Pointless musical observation of the morning

Perhaps I’m alone in this, but I find it almost physically painful to keep myself from singing along with Ewan McGregor’s part in “El Tango De Roxanne” from Moulin Rouge while I’m at work. I suppose in some cases this would be acceptable, but “Roxanne” is not a song to be sung lightly. It crawls up from the depths of your gut and explodes into the air.

That’s just how it is, man. I didn’t write the part. I just sing along with it.

I’m going to have to listen to it again on the way home tonight. Hope I don’t scare anyone in the cars next to mine.


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