That's a truly haunting tale, Sedayne

I must point out that whilst based on a certain incident, it is, in fact, the synopsis of a short story I've been working on for a while now, called The Collector. The song is at last sung in a moment of clarity on The Collector's death-bed, but the nurse in attendance at that moment is new to the ward, and hears it only in the context of the ramblings of a dying madman. It only later, upon reading the case notes, that he realises what he's heard, and what himself is now the unwitting carrier of...

It's based on the idea that we remember subconsciously everything we've ever heard, just we can't access it the way we can with things we've deliberately learnt. I have an idea that this nurse somehow cherishes this unknown heritage in the hope that, one day, even upon his own death-bed, it will, at last be revealed. Perhaps he makes some provision for this, and when at last he does remember it, it turns out to be something quite commonplace, or otherwise unremarkable, but none the less significant given its provenance. I don't know - as I say, it's just an idea in the throes of nascence!

But seriously, I think we should have some sort of daily,"Morning Music Fix" thread, with links to such inspirational things--it will make a nice alternative to all this small talk--Why don't I just do it?

Excellent idea, but surfing YouTube is a perilous pursuit; how I got from Dim Lights, Thick Smoke to a video of two Japanese girls in nurses uniforms snogging passionately I'll never know...