Quite a haunting tune actually. Heard the muzak version while I was on hold on the phone. It's a very simple tune, uses all the 7 notes of a major scale, all in the same octave. But it just runs incessantly over and over in my head, won't stop. And I don't even know the words to it so I can't sing it in my head, just the tune that keeps going round and round and round and round. Damn. Make it stop. Please.

*Fields Of Gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of Barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of Barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold* -- Sting and now you have some lyrics, Dougie, spend the next couple hours parsing them in your head.

Thanks Margaret. That helps ease the pain, gets me on my feet again.

I used to love that song

fields of barley, huh? I always thought it was some scottish moor or some irish place: "fields of balaigh" or something. Amazing how when you see the lyrics while listening to a tune, it all falls into place. Actually went out and bought 10 Summoner's Tales. Had to fight fire with fire on this one.

Dougie, Barley is THE fundamental grain. You can eat it, you can drink it, you can feed it to your kine. Thank you.

Thanks for the lecture on barley, Margret.

Not quite a lecture, more of a public service announcement. I used to eat a lot of barley with Bragg's liquid aminos when I was a vegetarian, but I'm over that. You're still made about the enculez thing, aren't you? BTW, there are people who've been on these boards a lot longer than you have who still haven't picked up on the spelling of my name. Thanks for noticing.

thats was one of the first things you whipped me in the ass about

Yeah, was pissed off at the enculer thing when I posted my previous message. I have relatives on either side of the family named Margret and Margaret. That's why I noticed the spelling. I always liked that name, and if I ever have a daughter, will name her Mary Margaret. Will call her Maggie for short.

Cameron calls me Maggie.

At least your name is spelled phonetically. My aunt has you beat. Her name is Margarette, no accent on the last syllable. No one ever gets that right. Which is why she goes by Maggie, too.

Actually, my relatives pronounce them as they're spelled. One with 2 syllables, the other 3. I won't even touch on where your aunt's name is from or how it would be pronounced given its spelling.

It's pronounced like Margaret. It comes from my grandmother's head. She wasn't all there, if you know what I mean. Everyone's name is kind of screwy in that family (e.g. my aunt Anne Maria Millicent ------- )