Raindrops keep falling on my head always reminds me of pre-school afternoons with my mum listening to the radio (yup, listening with mother!).
Silver Machine always reminds of the school taxi (6 or 7 of us in a Ford Zodiac driven by ‘Tattie’ Taylor). I remember one time when a kid’s pop gun accidently opened the back door and he rolled out on a corner! Fortunately only minor cuts and bruises…
Pop Music (M): secondary school daze.
Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting: happier days (before the arse fell out), council flat, me mugging, pretending to play sax, her laughing.
Always coming back to you: public park October time knowing things would never be the same again
Honestly I could go on (at infinite length my dear).