Every day for the last two months one song has popped in my head.
It is the worst and best part of my day.
It symbolizes both the banal repetition of my life and the random inner workings of my mind.
It is saccharine and over-produced and decidedly 90's.
Its is as overwrought as it is catchy.
It is way too fucking long.
It is the best song that was never made from the fictional, gay love-child of Michael McDonald and Lindsey Buckingham.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "Walking in Memphis" by Marc Cohn
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