What the aliens hear:
“A little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of da da dum, da dum dum, da dadadada dadadum…”
“I wear my sun glasses at night so I can so I can, can something at night sunglasses I can”
The aliens will soon learn not to trifle with us, once their human friends are infected by a bad ear worm.
Baaaybeeee shark doot doo do do do do…
I think I’m special here. Most of the time if I’ve got a song on repeat and I’m tired of it I can think of a different song and play that instead. I just tell my brain, “Dummy, play The River by King Gizzard” and I’ll hear it. It’s nice.
The problem is there always needs to be a song going - there is no silence track. As soon as my brain notices that I’m not playing a song, it’ll play one for me, usually the last one I heard.
