It’s been scientifically proven time and time again that 97% of the world’s population lists John Mayer’s “Your Body Is A Wonderland” as their favorite song. The majority of the remaining 3% are split evenly between Insane Clown Posse’s “Hocus Pocus” and “that Lil Wayne song where he talks about money”. However, there are a few of us that take a dangerous path away from the accepted norm.

I’ve chosen “Everybody Want To Rule The World” as my favorite song. While I haven’t always been willing to admit this fact, it’s always been the truth. For a song to become your favorite it needs to pass through three very basic criteria:

1) The song must be able to instantaneously lift your spirits, no matter your current situation.

Of course there are exceptions, such as being in a prisoner of war camp in Vietnam and it’s crystal clear that Sly Stallone is just too old to save your ass. But just imagine you’re broken down on the side 75 after one of its many moon craters blew out your front left tire. Tractor tailers keep showering you with geodes and men in pickups continually throw beer cans at your domepiece because of the “Equality” bumper sticker slapped on your Prius. Just when you’re about to bust into tears your favorite song pops up on your radio/iPod/reel-to-reel sitting in the passenger seat and suddenly the clouds part. A ray of sunshine trickles down and tickles your nose. Everything’s ok, everything’s perfect…Herr Timberlake brought sexy back just in the nick of time.

2) You have to be able to listen to this song on repeat for one week straight without going nuts.

While this sounds like something the Viet Cong would use to break one’s psyche, if executed correctly, it will have quite the opposite effect. If you’ve correctly identified your true, all-time favorite song the act of repetitive listening will induce a state of nirvana; an utter oneness. You can liken this to Buddhist monks who lock themselves in some mountaintop monastery and chant the same prayer a million times until they find enlightenment. Except you’re not praying; you’re listening to “The Humpty Dance” or some shit like that on repeat.

3) Your favorite song must have a strong connection to a particular memory.

It could be your first kiss, that time your enemy threw up cheese coneys at the fair and ruined his Starter jacket, or the time you wore those really nice chinos. My memory involves driving through the mountains and valleys surrounding Sandy City, UT in a black Chevy Chevette. It was hot as hell and the chrome seatbelts kept burning my stomach. Also, the red tweed seats scratched the hell out of my back. My mom told me not to bitch because she didn’t anticipate little kids riding around in the back without shirts in the dry, dead heat of a Utah Summer when she bought the car.

Sit down! Shut up!

Actually, now that I wrote it out, that sounds like a terrible memory. So, why do I like this song? Hmmm.

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The next video is for the song “Pharoahs” off of this 12″. It’s kind of like a cathartic epilogue for “Everybody Wants To Rule The World” and is really quite good. The following video uses a bit of the “Pharoahs” over some nice, youthful energy.

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