When I find myself whistling "I'm All Out of Love," by Air Supply it's a good sign that my love life is on the downswing. Conversely, I know things are good in that department when I'm humming "I Never Knew Love This Before" by Stephanie Mills. I know that I'm not really having fun talking to someone when I have "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by the Clash in my head. I know I'm feeling inspired and healthy when I burst out "I Sing the Body Electric" in my car. And I know I'm at work doing web design when I'm belting out "Dreamweaver" (which happens about once a week).
I know I'm feeling guilty when I find myself singing the version of the "Our Father" that I learned from Sister Anne when I was seven. It goes, "...and lead us not into tempta-a-tion, but de-liver us from E-e-vil." We had to sing the word "Evil" over and over again to get the notes right. In the end, it sort of seemed like a song about Evil, but almost in a way that made Evil sound good. Especially when sung by a bunch of seven-year-olds about to make their first communion. Twenty-five years later I still can't get the lyrical sound of the word "Evil" out of my head.

Just for today, I can pay attention to the songs that the voices in my head are singing.