Memories dont live like people do

There's a method to my madness, at least i hope so. Read on. True storyMy father keeps his memories with music. He can associate different childhood memories with all the old school ska and reggae songs he heard growing up. These will be detailed memories of the clothes he wears, the pain of leather belt or just the the pure joy he can look back on now because thats when his whole family could be placed under one building. Conscious, not dead or scattered across the worldlike salt.Music makes my mother dramatic, she takes on the persona of each romance ballad she hears. She used to belt out Sinead 'o' Connor or some Celine dion song. Sometimes it was in public and all the time i was embarrassed. The shame I felt on each and every occasion made me fail to realize that it wasn't an act for her though. It was the only moments in her life when she wasn't play acting her happiness or success, rather she was admitting her failure in the one thing she wanted to be great at: relationships. I would name a number of how many guys there were for you but for my mother's sake and my own selfish reason i wont. This is too personal as it is.There's only one song for me though, not that i dislike music in the least it just there have been few songs that carry a memory or a deep gut wrenching feeling so bad it makes me catch my breath or sigh deeply. I had heard the song but only vaguely remember it because it was like every other song in it's genre soon to be popularized by the majority male population of the America who thought with their lower heads which would then get popular with the girls who were firm agreement with the lower head and after that, total world domination. Well almost but I digress. The music video made and impact on me because i watched it and had one of those moments, the one where you know some thing's gonna happen and I knew this song was gonna be involved because i felt it all the way from my bone marrow.The song was on repeat for the house party of five. I lost cunt of how many times it played remember it made me feel braver. The synthesized beats, the hypnotic base, the lazy rural American drawl.I did things the song alluded to and I lost all the self consciousness that surrounds the human persona. I was myself then and i didn't care who saw or what they saw for that matter.When the song played the next day I closed my eyes and the words "Big mistake " seemed to flit across my eyelids. The next time it played I smiled a goofy grin of accomplishment. Now when I listen to the song both happens simultaneously . I have a musical memory now , a painful blessed song memory. Can you guess the song? better yet do you have one