Oh, Men At Work, welcome back to the blog! As a kid, I had only recorded one song by you off the radio, which I loved, even though it ended up I didn’t understand the majority of the lyrics. Now with this song, I honestly don’t know if I knew this song before I recorded it off of BOB. I’ve heard it so many times since then and it’s now so familiar to me that it’s not completely clear when this song first came into my life. But regardless of when it actually originally happened, as with pretty much every song on here, I didn’t pay attention to the lyrics until now. Probably because I was entranced by that sax. But now that I know what you’re actually singing about, Men At Work, right on, brothers!
I’ll be honest, sleep’s not as big a deal to me anymore as I guess I’ve just taught my brain to shut down immediately after my head hits the pillow. Because if I don’t, I’m just like the guy in this song who can’t get to sleep because there’s all kinds of shit just swirling around in his brain. I avoid those situations at all costs, Men At Work. I’m not always successful, but my brain is now trained for tasks. Get up. Feed the cats. Shower. Go to work. Avoid the boss. Go home. Latch hook. You get the idea. The only room for introspection is right now, when it’s time to blog. And it typically only lasts as long as whatever awesome song I’m listening to. Like this one. But any more than that, and ghosts appear, but they don’t always fade away. And we can’t have that. That would be overkill, am I right? I don’t know if that made sense. I was just trying to be clever, Men At Work. Thanks for totally getting me.