I’ve also had issues with They Might Be Giants lately.
“A women came up to me and said I’d like to poison your mind.”
“A women came up to me and said I’d like to poison your mind.”
“A women came up to me and said I’d like to poison your mind.”
For its sheer pop music masochism, Rhino’s Have A Nice Day set offers quite a few brain leaches. Lines that could have only come from the 70s:
“Daddy please don’t, we’re gonna get mah-re[Sub]eed[/Sub]” (Cue angels) ¤ David Geddes - Run Joey Run
“I said hi, she said ‘yeah I guess I am’, Aaaa[sup]ah-ah-ah[/sup]Ree[sub]el[/sub]” ¤ Dean Friedman - Ariel
“She’s coming for me I know and on Wildfire we’re both gonna go” ¤ Michael Murphy - Wildfire
And two I actually don’t mind too much:
“Cuz the windshield wipers, slappin out a tempo, keeping perfect rhythm with the song on the radio-o…Gotta keep rollin” ¤ Eddie Rabbit - Drivin My Life Away
“I’m alright, nobody worry about me. Why ya gotta to give me a fight, can’t ya lust let it be?” ¤ Kenny Loggins - I’m Alright
I’m usually super-suceptible to this kind of thing, but none of the examples in this thread have set me off.
For the past few weeks, though, I’ve had this line from the theme from Danger Mouse stuck in my head:
“He’s amazing! He’s fantastic! He’s the greatest secret agent in the world…”
and it won’t go away. I don’t know where it came from, either, since I haven’t seen Danger Mouse in about 20 years.
(Thanks to the new Eric Prydz Mix of the Steve Windwood song…)
Call on meeeeeeeee. Call on me.
Call on meeeeeeeee. Call on me.
Call on meeeeeeeee. Call on me.
Call on meeeeeeeee. Call on me.
Call on meeeeeeeee. Call on me.
I know only these lines from the song, because it usually took me that long to get the radio dial changed, but I will forever be haunted by:
Satin Sheets to lie on,
Satin Pillows (pronounced Pillas) to cry on,
Still I’m not happy, don’t you see.
I HATE just that much of the song – God forbid I should ever hear anymore than just that!
I also want to reflect that while I love it a great deal, you don’t want to be, as I once was, riding the bus some morning and half-way mumbling “President of the United States of Love” from Hair under your breath before you realize you’re doing it.