You never say hi, you never say much.

I have had words stuck in my head for weeks. It's two lines from a song, and it's completely, utterly queen_b980's fault. She's a giant meanie friend from work, and she has no idea what she did to me. She's probably never even heard the song, if I had to guess. It's A-ha, Did Anyone Approach You. Don't think that the newer A-ha stuff has enjoyed that much visibility. ;) Several weeks ago, I talked to her. It was a Friday afternoon, and she was talking about a friend of hers. She said, "He never says much." and something about her intonation was spot-on for the song, even if the words were slightly off. I had to bite my lip to burst out with the rest of it, because apparently speaking in song lyrics is not normal. I do it all the time, though.:

You never say hi
You never say much
You never make an effort to stay in touch
I got this feeling something happened here.

You really would have to listen to it to hear why it's good. Yesterday? I listened to it the entire way home from work. And when I say I listened to it the whole way home from work, I mean that I listened to the first eight lines (there are four before this one) over and over until just before I got home, when I let it play through to the chorus. I'm hoping that I will get over it. It's not like it's a new song for me.. just a new obsession with that part of it.

Honestly, I wouldn't count on moving on any time soon. I am such a whore for good lines in songs, and on a few rare perfect cases, the perfect melody coincides with the perfect line and I suddenly cannot listen to it enough. The biggest case of that I have ever had was with a song called Catapult, by (who else?) Counting Crows. It's from their second CD, Recovering the Satellites, and as it happens... M hates that whole album, so I can only listen to it when he's not around. I used to replay the same thirteen words over and over: I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you're falling asleep. Seriously considered making a tape of just that part, even. It's been years--eight?--and I still have to sing when that part comes on. I've tried to dissect why it resonates so strongly with me on many occasions and have never been able to put my finger on it.

That was not where I meant to go with this post. But now I have offended Boyo so I must go make it up to him. I have a very low tolerance for conflicting noise. I will freak out if you have on the radio and the television.. even if the television is on mute. The colors have noise, man. Or if I have on music and someone walks in playing mandolin, for a hypothetical example. Ahem. I am not so easy to live with.