The other day I had “Muskrat Love” running. Just a few lines, over and over. That’s why I don’t own a gun…
Hari Bahagia, by Raisa
We Didn’t Start the Fire, by Billy Joel. I hate Billy Joel.
Rage Over a Lost Penny - Beethoven. Feel like I’m running around a lot today and it fits perfectly.
I’ve been feeling a bit yucky for a few days. Which means my mind is searching for the worst possible earworms. Today’s is I Know What Boys Likeby The Waitresses.
And of course not whole songs or anything. Just the pop-iest little fragments.
I’m in Hell.
[/SIZE]Coming back from vacation in Las Vegas where the official song of the city seems to be Bruno Mar’s That’s What I Like.
And now I’m home and cannot escape it. It plays over and over in my head and won’t go away.
Help me. . .
Amazing. I don’t have an earworm at the moment. How the heck is that possible? I bet I’ll have one by nightfall.
The song Don’t Stand So Close to Me from the Police was playing at Subway. Now I can’t get it out of my head. Eww…
Damn you. Now it’s in my head too.
Ridiculous; heard it comng out of a car at the lights earlier: Ed Sheeran - In Love with Your Body: Ed Sheeran - Shape of You (Official Music Video) - YouTube
The song is KyoeishinParadox by the Japanese band Fuyusuruneko (which apparently means “floating cat”??). It’s got a good beat and is pretty silly to boot:p
Bruno Mars is gone replaced by just a snipped from a song I only read the title of in a different thread here on The Dope. Sweet City Woman is going around up there but only that one part-- Bon, c’est bon. Bon, bon c’est bon. . . over and over again. I do not know why I’m not quite mad yet.
Maroon 5, “Sugar.”
Goddamn “Panama Red.”
I made the mistake of Spotifying the “Best of the New Riders of the Purple Sage” on Saturday. And THIS is where I end up. I defy anyone to get this damn tune out of their heads.
“…bet your woman’s up in bed, with old…Panama Red.”
“Hey, Carrie Ann, what’s your game now, can anybody play?”
One of the Balloon Juice front-pagers used this (with the name changed, of course) as the title of a post about Kellyanne Conway.
Since it’s been about 50 years since I heard this song with any regularity, I’m rather enjoying it.
And it’s keeping “Panama Red” out. 
“Black Hole Sun”, the worst song to come out of the grunge revolution. It sounds like three harbor seals competing for a minnow.
“Monster” by Steppenwolf:
America, where are you now?
Don’t you care about your sons and daughters?
Don’t you know we need you now?
We can’t fight alone against the monster.