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'I wish I were like you/ Easily amused'
I am a grown-up. I have arrived. I am now part of that money-making age segment that radio stations pander to: the 20-something young professional. Ha ha, stupid radio stations! I have no money! Fooled you!
So suddenly the music of my youth* is actually being played on the radio again. And the radio is exactly where it belongs. For the radio is played in my car, when I am all alone in the vehicle. And believe me, I really ought to be alone when this music is played.
I am well-known as a mishearer of lyrics, making up new ones that I thought I heard. But when it comes to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden and the like, I have no idea where to begin. I can't even make up individual new words that make no sense, because they're all bargling nawdle zouss in the first place so I don't even have words to string together.
So instead, my singing along consists of a sort of whining sound that sort of goes along with the tune, throwing in the occasional word or attempted word when I think I know one. 'Tis indeed an unfortunate sight and sound, so I suggest that any passengers in my car begin a strategy of CONSTANT VIGILANCE so that they manage to switch the station before I recognize the song and invoke my right as driver to sing along awfully.
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* "Youth" being defined as "about seventh grade or so, when I first realized there was more than oldies on the radio"
srah - Friday, 24 September 2004 - 9:54 AM
Tags: misheard lyrics, music
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Comments (4)
Rachel - September 24, 2004 - 1:06 PM - ℓ
Yay, this sounds funny, I wanna hear! Let's go on a road trip! Where shall we go? Can we get ice cream?
Cheryl - September 25, 2004 - 10:58 AM - ℓ
I tend to just mumble the party I don't know, so that it's as unintelligible as the original.
or, spurts of the correct lyrics intertwined with humming and lowering your volume because you suddenly don't know a part.
*raises hand*
guilty.