I notice over the years that I will do the same thing. I catch my unconscious mind giving voice to it's secrets all the time through the convenient sound conduit of the Modern Pop Song.
Why, just this week while standing with my face in the refrigerator I caught myself singing at the top of my lungs, the new James Blunt song: "I'm so HOLLOW Baby, I'm SO HOLLOW..." Obviously a cry to be fed!
So of course it is no suprise that as the Salvation Army Men hauled off my Sofa of Death this morning and I waved it a relieved and guilty goodbye, I heard these lyrics leave my lips:
Goodbye my friend!
You have been the one!
You have been the one for me!"
The Death Sofa and I...in better days!