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Blind beams.

It came on out of the blue while I was all washed out in a sea of unmoving traffic, and managed to reeled me in – hook, line and sinker – right from the very beginning.

The tender plucking of guitar strings that would first coax their way softly into your heart, before threatening to turn you into an unrecognisable pile of mush by tearing your insides apart; the heartfelt vocals that make you want to lightly plant a kiss on the lips from whence it came, and later shower with fierce hugs delivered with proud acclaim; the plainly-worded lyrics that simply scream generic and cliched, and yet have you singing along unabashedly all the way and anyway.

It seemed to have all the makings of a lingering hit, except that it most certainly was not; a quick smash and dash, darting out of my grasp, and it was all over before I knew it.

Well, there goes my very brief love affair with The Nameless Song That I Heard Just Once on the Radio (and probably will never get to know, unless radio announcers start diligently telling listeners the titles of songs that they played during airtime!).

Details of this entry.Tuesday, August 23, 2011, filed under Musings.
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