Question: What would your subliminal dress say?

Have you ever written or said a word over and over until it lost all meaning?  Then, rather than letting it rest in peace, continued to write or say the word over and over until it became possible that it could have entirely another meaning, and another use in your life?

When I was 19, I came up with the idea of a subliminal musical dress.  If you take a part of a song, and fixate over it, as I do, it can take on another meaning.  Or the meaning of the words can be so much clearer because it is being sung, and in particular, how they are being sung in that particular song, in that particular sentence.  At that point, the stanza, uncoupled from the rest of the song, takes on its own meaning.

I wanted to harness the snip of sound and make it visual and attach it to clothing to make sort of a mood-dress.  Each dress would have a particular snippet of sound (I had lists of my personal choices) which would be triggered submliminally by the design elements of the dress. (Any psychologists, researchers or evil military mind-control specialists out there, email me so we can get going on this.)  When you, the wearer, walked by and people saw you, a faint perfume-waft of song entered their heads leaving them to wonder why and where it came from.   

So, with that lengthy explanation, we get to the question:  What would your subliminal dress say?

(edited) Please submit the piece of song lyric that you would use, and make sure to include the artist and song title.  It should be no longer than a sentence, requiring some very difficult editing if there is a whole stanza that you like.  Difficult work, but worth getting down to the very essence of what you truly love about the song. 

If there is a link to the song you’d like to include, by all means send that as well.  And for the gentlemen in the audience, please remember “dress” can also mean “mode of covering your being,” not just “pretty frilly thing preferably with lace, a nice sash and black sparkly decoration.” 

Answers: In 7 words, can you write your memoirs?

Well!  The welcoming party for this week’s guest questioner, The Seductress, got a bit out of hand, as as I suppose all great parties are wont to do.  Wine flies when you’re drinking time, doesn’t it dear friends.  Alas I’m quite sodden from my dip(s) in the fountain and have some ’splaining to do as to why there are sequinned frocks festooning the hedge maze.   But in all, it really was a lovely fete, even if the chandeliers will never quite be the same. 

After many strong cups of coffee, some tea sandwiches and the application of some fresh eyelash glue, I think we are now able to share the answers with you: 

-Just like Max: big show, no results.

-I was nobody until writing my memoirs.

-UK, visualization, atmosphere, specific, unique, music, listener. (In no particular order.)

-Oh shit. Not again; I’ll never learn.

- Experimentation with alternate realities has created stability.

-Projection, preparation, planning; International woman of mystery.

-So many times, tried not to wonder.

-Seven Year Travel Itch, Every Four Years.

-My best just wasn’t ever good enough.

-Do it like you mean it, bitch.

-I am not David Bowie. that sucks.

-Imperfect; yet tried, true and nihilistically benevolent.

-Deciding to be indecisive never works out.