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In the wee small hours of the morning...
...by Frank Sinatra. This song, each time I play it, makes me feel very nostalgic and sad as it reminds me of a fond time when I would play it in a friend's kitchen and it would fill the house and immediately takes me back to 'that particular time and that particular place.' [huh] Just thinking about the tune now makes me quite sad and reminiscent of happy memories, sights; sounds; smells...and wanting to just jump on a plane. Such is the emotional power of music and lyrics that can pull on the heart strings eh and dig deep to your soul.
I just need to be sparing with when I play it. What complicated conundrums of beings we are.
...by Frank Sinatra. This song, each time I play it, makes me feel very nostalgic and sad as it reminds me of a fond time when I would play it in a friend's kitchen and it would fill the house and immediately takes me back to 'that particular time and that particular place.' [huh] Just thinking about the tune now makes me quite sad and reminiscent of happy memories, sights; sounds; smells...and wanting to just jump on a plane. Such is the emotional power of music and lyrics that can pull on the heart strings eh and dig deep to your soul.
I just need to be sparing with when I play it. What complicated conundrums of beings we are.