*think think*
May. 23rd, 2004 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiThere's something peculiar in the songs my brain chooses to play back for me, at the times when there's no music or noticeably distracting-able (able to distract me, that is) sounds to keep me occupied. For two days straight, a song I haven't actually listened to in ages plagued me in the bits and pieces I could remember. I can't remember them now, too.
Then, for a while, Michael Jackson's BillieJean played over and over, just the chorus, in a neverending sound. This is my head, mind. Completely within my own mind, yet so often it seems as though it's being played elsewhere.
Now I have Unforgiven (by Metallica). - part 1 only, at this point, but it could very easily turn into part 2, seeing as they're so similar.
"What I felt, what I've known, never shines through in what I've shown..."
And so on.
Should this disturb me?
Then, for a while, Michael Jackson's BillieJean played over and over, just the chorus, in a neverending sound. This is my head, mind. Completely within my own mind, yet so often it seems as though it's being played elsewhere.
Now I have Unforgiven (by Metallica). - part 1 only, at this point, but it could very easily turn into part 2, seeing as they're so similar.
"What I felt, what I've known, never shines through in what I've shown..."
And so on.
Should this disturb me?