Some music moves me. The notes and rhythm hit a spot in my brain that forces my limbs to move and my muscles to contract. If the music is low I have better control but if I crank up the sound, I am dancing around the house like a crazy person. I have to move. Standing still is not an option. It is fortunate that I now live alone because once in a while it feels good to turn up the volume and allow the music to move me around the house. When my kids were small if they said the word raspberry I would burst into song annoying them no end. I think that is part of the pleasure I get from this song now.
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