broken record in my head today

When I woke up this morning, I heard a disturbing sound.
This raspy tensed voice singing over & over the lyrics to Nothing Compares To You.
I can't tell which version it is, playing repeatedly in my head. But it is accapella, no music.
Sinbad O'Connelly or The Artist formerly known as

also formerly known as Prince.

But it is haunting me like some sick coyote down in the valley gulch just beyond the designated smoking area, with the gentleness of a state fair carney, and the plodding morbid consistency of Anton Chigurh. Why is this song suddenly stuck in my head? "You don't have to know everything, Carla Jean." Where did it come from? "The comin' from place." But how come? "quit yer hollerin'" Anyway, that reminds me, to tell you about this reoccuring nightmare I've been having for a few months. But meanwhile, that song goes a lil sumpin like kiss...

It's been seven hours and thirteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
Eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop this lonely rage
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around everybody I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor, guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said rosie you better have fun
No matter what you do
Cause it's the blues

Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

All the flowers that you planted
In the backyard sugah
All died when you went away
I know that living with me baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to try, said I'm willing to give it another try
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

n'm'out