But...you're online reading blogs right now...so you're probably either NOT busy or avoiding things you really NEED to do. Which makes me feel okay about what I'm about to write.
First. I grew up in a musical home. Well, let me rephrase that. I begged to take piano lessons, and then begged harder to stop taking them. I took voice lessons for a while and liked them for the most part but there were....complications which I shall not here explain. My mom had a very cool player that rotated and played about 300 CDs...and it was on most all the time (as I remember). I loved music from age 3 when I got my first fisher-price record player that played 4 primary-colored plastic "records." And I had one heckuva dance routine for Neil Diamond's "Heartlight" song not to mention my smooth moves for "Footloose." I was ahead of my time...sigh.
My friend Anita tells me when I sing to her every time she says a word that triggers a song (which is about 39 times a day, on average): "Julesy, the music is in you." And I smile and agree.
But today when I was running and singing along, I heard myself sing "shorty hot pocket...da da da da...it doesn't matter who's wrong or right" and then start to question the veracity (and possibility) of those lyrics. So I came home and googled the lyrics to "Beat It," by our dear Michael. Turns out...he's actually saying "showin' how funky strong is your fight, it doesn't matter who's wrong or right." I was close. Sorry Michael. (But seriously...showin' how funky strong is your fight??!?!" Really? That's not much more impressive than Shorty Hot Pocket, just sayin'...).
This isn't the first time the lyrics I sing are devastatingly different than what the artist intended. Like for instance:
"I've been through the desert on a horse with no MANE," is really "horse with no name," but honestly, both versions are just weird. (Imagine me as a 7-yr old wondering what I'd hold onto if there were no mane...because of course...a saddle and reigns were out of the question...in keeping true to the spirit of freedom the song portrays...).
And...
"she ain't heaven...she's my mother..." turns out to be "he ain't heavy, he's my brother." (Took a LOT of ridicule when my mom and the lady for whom I was baby-sitting that day (my dear Jan...still love you and if you still read this, I want your email address) tag-teamed teased me on that one). You both should be ashamed, I was just a kid. ;)
So...have spent much of today laughing about "shorty hot pocket." I am awesome. It's a fun time in my brain. Anita is right, the music is in me. Unfortunately, sometimes the lyrics are not...
8 comments:
You just make me happy. And have now changed that song forever.
Do you know that song by Alanis Morissette (had to look up that name for sure) called "You've Already Won Me Over"? My younger brother was on a date many years ago. That song came on and when it got to that part, no kidding, the girl he was with starts singing at the top of her lungs, "Before Eddie ran me over..."
There are no words for how awesome that is.
Really it surprises me that anyone can EVER get any lyrics confused in a song. This is a new phenomenon --- never experienced in my life. Maybe I'll have better understanding of your next topic. When it's posted next August.
Love you, Pally --- thanks for making me smile. And for making me wish (again) that I could have known you as a child.
That's awesome. Daniel does the same thing. Sometimes the new words are better than the old ones. I bet MJ liked hot pockets anyway.
What about "By This Shall Mennow?" That's how I thought the words went in "As I Have Loved you....." Clear up until just a few years ago, when i was playing it one day and happened to read the words! Happens to the best of us doesn't it?!!!
Jules, you're such a crack up and so what if I'm avoiding doing what I need to do..I'd rather read your blog anytime! Unfortunately my son Jonah corrects me all the time on lyrics and he knows them all..that can be really bad at times. The other day he sang to me "Bad woman, mad woman, that's just what you are..." and if you listen to Bruno Mars you might recognize those lyrics, but it still made me a little sad that he thought I was a bad/mad woman...HA HA Kids are always good for a laugh! Love you pal!
So funny! No kidding, I just figured out what a country song was saying today and I have been way off for years. What I thought was "I'm going through the big Bend, don't mean Dallas" which doesn't make any sense), is actually "going through the big D, don't mean Dallas." Thanks for providing the safe environment to share this. : )
Ahhh, Julie, Julie, Julie - the music really is in you.I'm so glad to hear that you grew up in a musical home - Because I love to LISTEN to great music - but not necessarily SING it, thus my unwillingness to attend choir practice after our block.... Just remember - it's not too late.. your piano awaits you, darlin'.
Julie, you are a girl after my own heart, or musical ability. I have never been able to follow the lyrics of songs. Jeff if far better than I, and often is surprised I like certain songs because of what they are saying - oops. Anyway, I don't have a lot of hope since I thought there was a letter called "elemeno" in the alphabet. I just pick the songs I like the music of, not the words.
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