The first week back at work

How is it possible that my enthusiasm and motivation at work were drained in precisely two days despite three days of vacation? Ah c'est la vie. Must keep the faith!
The good news is that I have two new songs in my life. Which is great. You see, I live for the moment when I hear a song and it grips me, it takes control over me, it becomes an obsession. I have to listen to that song on repeat when I shower in the morning (with door open; yes, freezing cold, I know, Jijipoof); it gives me an added bounce as I walk to work; I have to force myself to take my headphones out when I get into the elevator at work to turn into "work zombie"; it's the song I sometimes listen to in the afternoon after lunch to give myself a non-caffeine boost. You get the point.
I don't think I'm alone in this regard. My friend the Loch Cess Monster and I have talked about the song that captures your obsession. In a way, these songs -- for me at least -- are like relationships. (Except I've fallen for songs waaaaaay more often than for real life people!) Initially I like at least one thing about the song: the lyrics, the beat, the feeling it gives me. Then I notice the individual impact that the song has on me: does it typically inspire me, motivate me, calm me, make me go to the gym? It plays a part in my life. Finally, after a couple of days of non-stop living, I toss the song aside and go about my life in an empty, sad manner, waiting patiently for the next song to stop on by and say hello.
My two present songs (yes, I'm two-timing/ threesome-ing):
The Killers, I Can't Stay ("In the dark, for a while now/ I can't stay so far/ I can't stay much longer/ Riding my decision home"). The saxophone bit at the end is cheesy, I grant you that, but it's also just a little bit light-hearted, a nice counter point to the serious lyrics of the song.
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The Killers, Joyride: I love the peppy energy of this song, which reminds me of Franz Ferdinand. There's something slightly poppy and Miami Vice about this song. It's trying to feel just a little bit dirty, and I kind of like that ("It's getting close to sundown/ Over the Sierra/ Stranded on the heat wave/ Burning with desire/ She was on the sidewalk").