Naive Melody

If you put a gun to my head (or a knife to my throat or perhaps a small hammer to the edge of my pint glass) and forced me to make a decision, I might have to say this is my favorite song in the whole wide world.

It's got melody, melancholy, nostalgia, a flute or some such wind instrument and a girl on guitar...all present in this remarkable little ditty by the Talking Heads:

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