Where I sleep

This is one of the many pieces
 of authorised graffiti in Union Terrace Gardens. They divide opinion. 
The paintings themselves are generally good, but the arches are a bit of a mess.
As you can see, somebody uses this one to sleep in.

In 65 days, I will be 65; so, every day until then I intend to link a song that either means something to me or helps me recall a particular time or moment. I won't bore you with the details, only that the first one will be the first piece of music I remember hearing, and the last will be my favourite song ever.
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