A Glimpse Inside My Head

Every year, during the sefirah I have a song, or sometimes an entire CD playing in my head, over and over.
(Little kite tell me, for I can not fly)

Sometimes I wonder if there is some way to chose the song. Because some songs are much better to listen to continuously than others.
(I'm a hippopotamus, from my top to my bottom-us)

I mean, if you have to listen to one song straight through the sefirah, it should be an enjoyable song.
(Why does everybody make so much fun of me, don't they know how it hurts me so?)

So this year, as I listen to the songs of journeys 1, 2, 3, and 4, over and over and over, I wonder if I am glad about this turn of events.
(...and my '67 buick has still seen better days...)

Oh, and I'm listening to marvelous middos machine too, courtesy of spending chol hamoed with the grand kids.
(Middos are the way we act and how we think and feel, the Torah shows us just what we should do)

Those songs are the ones that really make me realize what a genius Abie Rottenberg is. I seriously like the values they teach.
(I ignored your advice, now I'm paying the price, I went with all of my kids...to a store!)

But all in all, I think I am lucky. I don't remember ever getting to listen to so many songs in one sefirah.
(Never mind the calories bring on the table Viennese, the next morning they can start to watch their weight!)

So I sit here, trying to lull myself to sleep with one of the slow songs from journeys 3.
(I lovingly hid it, deep inside my drawer, where it would be, safe as can be...)

But it isn't working. Instead, I keep hearing the fast songs.
(But I just happen to be a woman, and it's that time of year again)

So I press skip on my internal music player, and I to onto the next song. Now, I hear the very distinct voice of Shwekey singing...
(Mama Rochel cry, for us again, won't you shed a tear, for your dear children)

Skip.
(and I was the one, who squished your hat)

Skip.
(he wears a fur hat when it's hamsin outside)

Skip.
(Do you know the joy of friendship, of caring and of love? Somehow I get the feeling that you do)

Skip.
(Thats why Hashem gave is two lips to keep our mouths shut tight)

Skip.
(But now they call him chaim'l, and on shabbos he wears a streimel)

Skip.
(A fantastic amazing miracle)

Skip.
(The Torah says be humble, in everything you do. Of you're strong of tall or beautiful, it's not because of you.)

Skip.
(and of our mouths were filled with song, like the vast and mighty sea)

Skip.
(it's what I believe...Ani Ma'amin!)

Skip.
(Do you think it's fair, to even us the score? The Torah says Nekamah's wrong and always leads to more!)

Skip.
(We're gonna spend the day together with the holy one)

I have this weird memory for these things. I know all of the words, although sometimes I get these random snippets into my head.
(And he'd say Riboinoi Shel Oilam, could have a little bite to eat, cause you sustain all mankind...)

I'll tell you the torturous thing though. Sometimes, I get stuck. I simply can NOT remember the next word in the song. On a normal day, I'd turn on the song, and skip straight to the part that I am up to. But during sefirah, I can't do that.
(But dear Malach'l no, please don't make me go, I'm not ready to go with you, where you'll take me I don't know...)

So when it happens, I do the next best thing, which is skip to the next song in my head.
(The Rabbi sent Yankel to learn in yeshivah, they all thought he'd lost his sanity)

And then, when I exhaust my playlist, we go back to the beginning and start again.
(Step on board, take your ticket, no two are the same)

Am I the I the only one who has an internal playlist that will not shut off, the entire sefirah?
(They danced round and round in circles, as if the world had done no wrong)

So much for my quiet...
(You gotta be neat, you gotta be clean, let mommy take a break from her washing machine)