Invisible Earphones -- "Holiday in Cambodia"

Every day I wake up and hear music playing in my head. I don't actually hear it, but you know what I mean. I get up, take a shower, and all the while a song is playing. It might be "Fur Elise," it might be "Ride the Lightning." If I'm lucky, it won't be "Hey Mickey."

But my brain radio is always on-air, and I can't call in to request songs; my subconscious mind is the DJ, and he plays whatever the hell he wants.

Monday: