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Sunday Dec 04, 2005

Dec 4, 2005
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Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play.
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day.
The sun is up, the sky is blue.
Its beautiful and so are you.
Dear Prudence wont you come out to play?
Dear Prudence open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies.
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything.
Dear Prudence wont you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around.
Dear Prudence let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain.
So let me see you smile again.
Dear Prudence wont you let me see you smile?
Dear Prudence, wont you come out to play.
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day.
The sun is up, the sky is blue.

Some people claim that scent stimulates memory better than any other sense but I disagree. For me, sound triggers memories clearer and faster than anything else. If I hear the song Dear Prudence while I'm driving, it doesn't matter what street I'm actually driving on, my mind is driving up walnut st on a bright morning, the butterfly's of new love still floating around my stomach and head and the face of the girl waiting for me beneath the white sheets still clear in my mind. When I hear that song I can see the way the sun made her pale skin and dyed blonde hair seem to glow and the way her bottomless blue eyes flashed when she smiled. When I hear I Feel Fine, I'm suddenly walking towards a bus stop with the girl I love, holding her hand in mine in the cold and sing my love out to the crisp winter sky. The song brings back the feel of her head leaned on my shoulder and the candy sweet smell of her hair, like dried flowers.

Name a song and tell me the memory that is all bound up with the song in your head.

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