Where do shower songs come from? Should shower songs be three minutes long so we don’t waste water? Are these songs we have heard recently? I seem to have a repertoire of songs that have stayed with me for a while. The songs I sing in the shower aren’t even my favourite songs. So where does this come from? What part of the relaxed state of mind allows these dulcet tones to spring forth?

 

In no particular order here are the ones that come to mind:

 

Sweet Harmony – The Beloved

Broken Stones – Paul Weller

Hey Jude – Beatles style,

Pennies from Heaven – originally by Frank,

American Pie – McLean version

 

and my all time favourite for bass baritone – Songs of Love originally by The Divine Comedy (the music is the theme tune to a comedy series called Father Ted). Looking through this list I fear I may be a crooner, but then that’s what singing in the shower should be all about. Queue the imaginary music in your head…

 

Last year I went to stay at a positively ancient house in deepest darkest Somerset with about 30 of my friends. I’ve been there about 8 or 9 times and I love the place. It calms me. The fireplace has been there since about 900 and the ‘newer’ part of the house since about 1400. Like I said, ancient. On the Sunday morning I came down to breakfast a little late and everyone was eating and chatting. My friend looks up and asks in a very loud voice “Ah there he is, any ideas who was belting out Suspicious Minds at the top of their voice this morning? Apparently the redness of my face answered his question and was greeted with a room full of laughter. My excuse, I was hung over and had simply forgotten where I was and how noise travels in old houses. Happy Days.

 

Songs of Love

 

Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
In stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of loveYoung, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While I try to find words
As light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesnt hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So lets sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love