Rupa Lake Theme Songs
UPDATE: Originally posted as ‘Begnas Lake Theme Songs' back on 2 January, this selection still holds true after moving a few hundred metres across the village to a guest house overlooking Rupa Lake.
Here in the Lakes District, it's well into the second week of not only misty mornings, but thick all-day haze - which is getting at bit old at this point. But on the plus side, upon seeing the faint orange orb coming over the hilltop, splashing some frugal rays of sunlight onto our desk and walls, a certain Beatles classic just made its way from our subconscious to our speakers (yet again). So at least there's that....
We've had totally random songs popping into our head for years - most commonly ‘Yellow Submarine’, ‘Strangers in the Night’ and ‘Singing in the Rain’ (but only when it's sunny weather, because apparently sarcasm is hardcoded into our psyche at this point) - so perhaps we're not the best authority on the topic, but after a full two weeks living in a village near Begnas Lake and wandering around the rural countryside most days, two tracks have been making spontaneous, subconscious appearances on practically a daily basis.
The first usually between 11-11.30am each morning, when the mist finally begins to clear, and the second at least once a day whenever we see eagles gliding around looking for baby chickens to swoop down on and pluck from their families. Enjoy!
Honourable Mention: ‘Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains’ by Arcade Fire
This one never actually spontaneously pops into our head, but since a large chunk of every day is spent staring at literal mountains beyond mountains, we often wonder why it doesn't. And on a related note, this song always reminds us of the time we posted a photo of the James Bond oil fields outside of Baku, Azerbaijan back in the summer of 2010 and mentioned that we'd been listening to this entire album on repeat, and the American ambassador to Slovenia (NB: an all around awesome person and great ambassador)* liked the post…
*Years later after he'd retired from the foreign service, we'd send him a photo of himself from the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum in Phnom Penh, Cambodia (where he'd previously been ambassador), and he humbly replied something to the effect of ‘They've still got that old thing up on the wall?', then give us his address in the US, along with an open invitation to come visit next time we were in the neighbourhood....