Gawd, Id, I’m sorry - I started that thread so I feel at least partly responsible for your suffering.
Just to make it worse, I currently have one of those earworms you’re perfectly content to have:
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief
Shall I mourn you decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart
Sweet Gene Vincent
Young and old and gone Sweet Gene Vincent
Frosty The F***ing Snowman. For like the last week. Damn you, catchy seasonal children’s song! The original source was the parody version in the new Dog Man book, but now I hear the real lyrics and those interchangeably. It’s very annoying.
Shonen Knife - Tomato Head…Final Fantasy XII’s Alraune enemies always cause it. (The Wild Onion variants split between that and a rewritten Glass Onion…)
Okay, this one is so obscure it’ll take some explaining.
I was listening to Good Vibrations on the car stereo yesterday. I’ve been realizing lately that I have been misunderstanding the lyrics of many classic songs here and there so I paid attention. Um, it wasn’t a question of misunderstanding them, I didn’t have a clue about several lines. Had to look up the lyrics. Gobsmacking ensued.
Really weird part: this was the first 45 I ever bought. I still have it. So I went looking for it today. Found my stash of four 45s I bought in my younger days. (We weren’t exactly the Rockefellers.) GV, Instant Karma, Celebrate and … a 45 by a group called Fantasy from 1970. Um, what? One side was Understand and the other Stoned Cowboy.
Here’s Understand. Note the singer is remarkably like Janis Joplin. So that’s the reason I bought it, right? Nope.
Here’s the other track. It’s an instrumental! No great vocals.
The group was a house band in Miami. After their lead singer disappeared (and died) they hired a 16 year old girl Lydia Janene Miller with an operatically trained voice. They did one self-title album. Had one single from that, Spaced Cowboy, that charted at #77. If you have the album in good condition it’s worth money.
So I now have this 50 year old obscure instrumental song going thru my head. My brain keeps trying to insert lyrics. But at least I’m not getting them wrong.
I have musical ear syndrome and can literally hear a voice singing. The voice likes to sing Mademoiselle from Armentieres and Oh Little Town of Bethlehem. It also sings Jingle Bells in French, a language I don’t speak.
The theme from Monty Python’s Flying Circus has been bouncing between my ears since the announcement of Terry Jones’ passing this morning. I think it will be with me for a couple of days.