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When I’m at work and it gets to the final hour, the song lyric “it’s the final countdown!” pops into my head. It does this on the last hour, the last 30 mins, the last 15 minutes and the last 5 minutes.
When I’m at work and it gets to the final hour, the song lyric “it’s the final countdown!” pops into my head. It does this on the last hour, the last 30 mins, the last 15 minutes and the last 5 minutes.
My local radio station has a jingle that says “it’s the out of ten poll” every time I hear it I have to sing “Is he out of Tempo” my partner hates it but I’m compelled to keep doing it. Its on every weekday morning.
Whenever I had the urge to listen to a song, and I mean it can’t wait, I always put my iTunes on shuffle. I’ll wait or skip through the songs until I find the one I’ve been searching for. It makes the moment climactic.
If I don’t (put songs on shuffle), I feel like I’m favoring one song more than another. That’s simply not true.
I always follow up every visit to this this site with a visit to the site amiright.com (a misheard lyrics site). I guess I associate the two with one another because of the similar urls. Then again, it could be some sort subliminal messaging: “I am neurotic, am I right?” The internet is trying to get me to think I’m neurotic, and it’s succeeding.
Every time someone says “Sooo?” and expectantly waits for me to answer, I have to blurt out “A needle pulling thread!” in order to complete the song lyric from Sound of Music. I get funny looks from people who have never seen the movie, but I can’t help myself.
Whenever I get changed in a public restroom, I hum the superman music to myself. I try not to, but sure enough I still end up pretending i’m switching identities to a superhero.
I have to have a list of the top twenty songs in my music playlist at all times. if i don’t have it and listen to it by the time the week is out i feel incomplete. and if i get behind in the charts i have to listen to the top twenty for as many weeks as i have missed out.
My alarm clock program wakes me up with a randomly-selected song from my music library. I’m convinced that the song it picks predicts the rest of my day: an upbeat song means a good day, a downbeat song means a bad day, and a neutral song means a dull day.
When I’m driving, before I can start singing along to the songs on the radio, I have to check the backseat for carjackers, because heaven forbid they hear my off-key singing and decide to kill me on principle.
All the songs in my iPod have to be in the same format – no CAPS, no missing information…