Earworm cure...

I came back from a walk with Shiloh a few minutes ago, during which the words and music to Top of the World, by The Carpenters—does that date me?—started up in my head.

Now, there's nothing really wrong with having

I'm on the top of the world looking down on creation,
And the only explanation I can find,
Is the love that I've found
Ever since you've been around.
Your love's put me on the top of the world.

rattle around in one's head for a while, but it was a rather long walk, and there was the rest of the day to consider, so I tried to think of a way to "break the cycle," as it were.

So, I broke out in a full-throated, semi-baritone of a song, of WW II vintage, that I heard sung by the Alexandrov Song and Dance Ensemble (back when "Red Army" was part of the troupe's name):

Вставай, страна огромная,
Вставай на смертный бой
С фашистской силой тёмною,
С проклятою ордой.

Пусть ярость благородная
Вскипает, как волна!
Идёт война народная,
Священная война!

         * * *

Arise, o, formidable county!
Arise to mortal combat
With the dark force of fascism,
With the infernal horde!

Let noble fury
Boil like a wave!
The people are waging war,
Waging a sacred war!

     [My rather free sight translation]

I felt safe in doing so, as there are very few pedestrians in our neck of the woods. <grin>

The tactic worked.

Cheers...