Woke up with this in our head this morning. (We were staying up way too late last night so this is the first post of the day.)

This is one of those songs that has a home deep within the crevices of our mind. It wanders around the gardens, enjoying its quiet time. To us it's a 288-line VCD playing clips of us yammering about The Wiggles, in that apartment I haven't seen in decades.

Maybe Mom was playing it while she was preparing our bottle one time. It's nature is familiar and yet a complete mystery. That's how memories often are for us.

Just like... dancing in the dark... :)

You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark.

Bruce kinda cute.

- Ash