On the car radio today: "A piano tinkling in the next apartment, / those stumbling words that told me what your heart meant, / a fairground's painted swings-- / these foolish things / remind me of you. // You came, you saw, / you conquered me..." It would have been fine except that it was a soft rock station and these elegant lyrics were sung, inelegantly, by Rod Stewart. He had no sense of how that song is supposed to be phrased.