Monday, July 6, 2009

Song of the Past

I looked at my long blonde hair. Somehow I could see how it looked behind my back, from an angle which my real eyes could never see, and I was admiring it. Briefly, I wondered when it had gotten so long. Didn't I used to have shorter hair? Nah, of course it has always been long and lush like that. What was I thinking to consider otherwise!

We were on the road driving this big truck. In the background, someone was telling me all kinds of facts about trucking in California and how various roads were originally constructed for various purposes like to get fruit to the railroad where it could be shipped. I was told how some kinds of produce had amusing nicknames that made their way into the names of streets.

In the background, I could also hear a country and western song playing. The man who sang it had a beautiful melodious voice and the song was somewhat related to our subject of conversation. I remember the last line which went, "Whatcha gotta do is come down to that little torn up town!" and then the song ended and I instantly snapped awake.

I was left wondering where that song had come from. I can't recall ever having heard such a song and nothing comes up on a google search for the words in the last line, but it's amazing to even consider that my subconscious could have invented a whole song like that on the fly.
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