If I die young, bury me in satin...
Click to viewI've had this stuck in my head all day. I've been wandering around singing "If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song", which, whilst gorgeous lyrics, do tend to earn one odd looks...
Still, not as bad as the time I was wandering around the supermarket with my earbuds in, singing along to Heather Alexander's 'March of Cambreadth'. Now you definitely get odd looks when you realise you're singing aloud "close your mind to stress and pain, fight 'til you're no longer sane, let no one damn cur pass by, how many of them can we make die"!