Sooooo, that typing thing again. By the way I have pruny
fingers, damn dishes, but they be clean now. It makes it feel weird to type
with pruny fingers, I don’t know how I didn’t realise this at an earlier date
but hey, does it really matter? Listening to the music of a band that I haven’t
really listened to before makes me think of many things. Usually this occurs
because a friend has made you listen to a song that it “awesome” or it could be
that you heard a song on the radio, have finally figured out the name of the
band who are singing it and feel that you should give it a try. I am doing the
latter right now. This is also besides the point, as I am merely stalling time
to make a topic that I can discuss is some mediocre way.
When you think of music you think of sounds, then you
generally get a song stuck in your head, then you get stuck because some of the
lyrics aren’t appearing in your mind, then you get frustrated. This happens a
lot, all over the world. It is like God, or the gods, or whichever religion,
deity or inanimate object you believe runs everything, has played a cruel joke
on humanity, that not only do you get songs stuck in your head, and then, when
you go to run through the song in a vain attempt to maybe sing it out, the
lyrics disappear, or you end up in a loop of a section of a song, always ending
back at the start of the chorus. The frustration begins. This song must be gone
oh evil song demon inhabiting my mind.
Right now, due to there being music playing, I do not have a
song playing in my head. This is very good cos it means that at this moment I
am less insane than you. One of my friends has this thing where, if a song is
trying to turn you into a creature of the netherworld, they will do the chicken
dance. Unfortunately for me whilst I can do the chicken dance this then leads
to me singing out loud and doing the actions to Elmo’s version of the chicken
dance. This leads to much consternation in those around me. Also, all this
seems to achieve is getting the music from the chicken dance stuck in their
heads, which I think could be worse depending on the song you have stuck in
your head. It’s a coin toss really. Do you keep the demon in your head, playing
a song on a broken record player, or replace it with an imp whose only aim in
life is to torture you until you dance dammit, dance like you have never danced
before.
This is another dilemma with music. That is the background
piece of lyrics, usually in a bridge or the climatic chorus at the end of the
song, that you only vaguely hear, and then get annoyed at because you want to
know what it says. I did that with a song a few weeks ago. It took me about 10
times of listening to the song with the intent to get the poem playing behind
the bridge involving someone else singing, but I got it. I was so inordinately
proud of myself for this achievement. I mean seriously, no one around me cared.
But I did it anyway. Personal satisfaction I guess. Now I can be all
pretentious and when those around me are singing the main bride lyrics, I can
sing the background bit. Which, I believe anyway, is quite a nice piece of
poetry even if the most of a response I got from it was ‘I wondered what the
words were, ok’.
Other times the achievement of discovering what the
background lyrics are is overshadowed by either the rudeness or stupidity of
them. Personally I think this accounts for about 90% of background lyrics. On the
other hand, those are the kinds of lyrics that I usually catch by accident
whilst half asleep listening to the radio, usually on a tram, though the last
bit of information is not really needed in this context. These are usually followed
by a quick internal WTF, mind you if this happens at home or in the presence of
others also listening to this song and you feel friendly enough with them to
point it out to them in a not in your head voice, you could vocalise said WTF.
Anyway, it appears that I have ranted on long enough. If you
have a song stuck in your head, please feel free to comment about it, and maybe
we can help you figure out those pesky lyrics.
I had "call me maybe" stuck in my head last night but I don't need help with it. It is all nice and not in there anymore. I did get the chicken dance in my head for a bit when reading this.
ReplyDeleteI have succeeded...also....Elmo wants to be a chicken, Elmo wants to be a duck, quack quack quack quack, *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
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