A demon has entered my head. It won’t come out, no matter how much I try and force the issue.
Somewhere across the mists of time, a time in which wars have been won and lost, kingdoms have risen and fallen and territories have been ceded and possessed, someone somewhere has entered by being and possessed me. A song. A song damn it, so dire, so horrendous that it has stuck in my head and won’t budge, I have been zapped by the worst of 1958; that’s 11 years before I was born ladies and gentlemen, zapped by someone who sings with a voice like molten lard, yes lard. Not lava, lard.
I want to know where the hell I heard the song “All in the game” by Tommy Edwards. I want to know where, and who and I want revenge. Of all the songs from that age, that year this one has stalked and found me. I could have had anything by Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran, anything but not this. This is worse than hearing something slide under your bed in the darkest depth of night.
Tommy Edwards, I will now publicly attempt to cast you out. Be gone from my head, never to return. Go!