what happens when I can't get a song out of my head

is I post the lyrics, folks. Here's Regina Spektor's "Samson":

"Samson"

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
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First night of Hanukkah. Got two candles lit. I need a new box if we're to get through the eight days ... no olive oil lamps for us ... This year, I learned that the reason cheese is associated with Hanukkah, along with deliciously fried things, has to do with Judith, who is somehow associated with the same uprising as the Hanukkah folks, and who, most importantly, used cheese to get the enemy general thirsty enough so that he'd get drunk and let himself be seduced and ultimately beheaded.

Thanks, Judith, for blintzes at Hanukkah.

Changing track: What would happen if I was honest all the time? Honest to myself, honest to others, honest in general? My dad jokingly told me a few months ago that he and I are the shit-disturbers.

What if I really am a shit-disturber? I'm not convinced about that one. But I will consider the idea that maybe, honesty isn't as threatening to me as I think it would be. Maybe not much would change at all; other things would flip, of course.

Well, in the spirit of Garcia and Hunter's "Ramblin' Rose," you can take the rose out of the ramble, but not the ramble out of the rose: "Did you say your name was / (dun dun) Ramblin' Rose ... Ramble on baby / Settle down easy / Ramblin' Rose"