"CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD"

ONE WONDERS what, or WHO, possessed the lyricist of the Electric Light Orchestra to write THESE PARTICULAR WORDS:

Midnight on the water.

I saw the ocean's daughter.

Walking on a wave's chicane,

staring as she called my name.

And I can't get it out of my head,

no, I can't get it out of my head.

Now my old world is gone for dead

'cos I can't get it out of my head.

Breakdown on the shoreline,

can't move, it's an ebbtide.

Morning don't get here till night,

searching for her silver light.

And I can't get it out of my head,

no, I can't get it out of my head.

Now my old world is gone for dead

'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no.

Bank job in the city.

Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, they don't envy me.

Sitting till the sun goes down,

in dreams the world keep going round and round.

And I can't get it out of my head,

no, I can't get it out of my head.

Now my old world is gone for dead

'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no.

No, I can't get it out of my head,

no, I can't get it out of my head.

Now my old world is gone for dead

'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no no no.

I think we can agree the words are as fresh TODAY as they were on the day of the song’s release. Now, this is JUST THE KIND OF IMPRESSION we want to leave on our new recruits, ladies. We want to be THE LUMINOUS IDEAL presented to a world crowded with disillusioned Monkey People. We want them to see us as THE DIVINE ESCAPE HATCH from their bank jobs in the city. We want to DRAW THEM INTO THE SEA LIKE LEMMINGS.

I am currently accepting nominations for the title of Best Operative in this particular area. I prefer submissions in writing as it is getting harder and harder to keep my own paper records.