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Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.


A solitary lamp post on Elizabeth Street in the early afternoon makes a lonely sight...

So after a decent weekend, weather-wise, I again have the rich harmonies of Supertramp buzzing around my head. For you see, It's Raining Again [...Oh no, my love's atanend...]

I'm not sure why my brain settled on a moderately successful single from 1982 to soundtrack this morning, but it has. I'm happy with Supertramp buzzing around my head though, as I generally stick to humming it. Heaven forbid I get Creedence Clearwater Revival's Have You Ever Seen The Rain?, as I can't help but belt out the chorus to all and sundry.

Thus I come to today's Tuesday Q and A!

Do you have a song that you can't resist singing out aloud to? What is it?

Comments

Neva said…
HI Kris ! Hope you are doing well with all the kiddos. some songs are hard not to sing too but I am soooo much older that there are so many I can't focus on just one....America has a few.... A horse with no name.....The BeeJees.....um....maybe we just won't go there.....the Carpenters....ok...another maybe we just won't go there...the Beatles...do you see what I mean???too many to decide. Have a great week!
yamini said…
Nice to hear that it is raining again in Hobart (I know you are not gonna like it) but I have a soft corner for rains, in all its shapes, sizes and colours. :-))

My all time favourite song is from a Hindi movie "Mausam", which means "Season" (any season). It is written by Gulzar and composed by R.D. Burman. It goes like:

"Dil dhoondta hai phir wahi fursat ke raat-din, baithe rahein tassavur-e-jaana kiye hue....."

An English translation for your kind perusal:

"My heart keeps looking for days and nights of leisure (fursat), when I could keep looking at my beloved's face, doing nothing else..." (I hope it works for you, my translation skills are not much to talk about :-P)

I heard this one first time when I was 11-years-old and didn't even know the full meaning of the lyrics but as I grew old, the song has stayed with me through thick and thin. :-)

P.S. This song can be enjoyed most during rains somewhere in mountains.
smudgeon said…
Anything from Leonard Cohen's early 70s period. Poorly.
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, I often get the Carpenter's song Superstar stuck in my head.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamimi, I will have to download that song now. Who does the definitive version?
Kris McCracken said…
Me, Leonard is EASY to sing to and not overly embarrass yourself.

Well, no more than Leonard himself anyway...
jerrypuke said…
hmmm i guess losing my religion (REM). Again, your blog rocks.
Kris McCracken said…
Jerry, that's me in the corner...
Tania said…
U2 - Beautiful Day. Oh and I do like a bit of twinkle twinkle action - as does my best boy
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, it's all Justine Clarke in our house at the moment.
yamini said…
I'll send u the song in mail. and a translation if i can find it.
Tania said…
We've also been getting into some Eva Cassidy and The BeeGees... Evie prefers the latter and Will the former.
jerrypuke said…
LOL more like "that was just a dream..." and the guitar riff in the back
Priyanka Khot said…
I loved the question! And I hate my office for blocking blogspot.

My mental radio often gets stuck on the Hindi song, Bas itna sa khab hai.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5afPnxVUlBA&feature=PlayList&p=D1429939B3049559&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=38

this has the awesome SRK saying that He has a Small dream of just owning the world. :-)

I also love to sing (totally out of tune) "I believe I can fly"
Carola said…
Pink Floyd is often in my ear: Us and Them, Time. And Jack Johnson really rocks: Better together.
Kris, we are not anymore walking in Canada, 1000 km were enough. We bought a car and drove south, now we are in Salt Lake City. And we try to find out how the Americans are ticking. It's quite hard. So many questions. Canadians and Australians have more similarities (Gemeinsamkeiten).
And I wish that the rain stops.
Roddy said…
Don't fence me in. Gene Autry.
Kris McCracken said…
Lots of songs stuck in heads then!

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