“…tarpaper shack,
Whiskey and crack,
Two guns left on a five rifle rack,
Somebody 'round here’s gonna get killed
And that’s for sure.”
If I ever find the rat bastard that composed this charming little ditty, I swear I will have to slap him.
Someone I know burned this tune onto a CD that otherwise is quite nice and enjoyable. But this song, stays, ricocheting around my brain for days and days after hearing it once.
And I always forget it’s on the CD – until it’s too late.
So which songs are you loathing for having been introduced into your easily amused subconscious?
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An Ok song, but it won’t go away. That (Jefferson?) Starship song though, that IS the evilest of songs because it is SO bad that just hearing it makes you less cool for the rest of your life.
The one that has gotten me for some 24 years now I can’t even bear to type out. The mere act of doing so will burn the song into my head for 3 days, and that is a torture I cannot abide.
Suffice to say, is one of the songs from a movie starring Jane Fonda, Lily Tomlin, and Dolly Parton.
Oh come on, it’s just a way to make a livin’, barely gettin’ by with all the takin’ and no givin’. Stop playing the rich man’s game (no matter what you call it) you’re just spending your life puttin’ money in his wallet!
It didn’t work…I still have “We built this city, we built this city on rock and rolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll” in my head. :smack: That video really really sucked too.
Trying to think of some really cheesy ad that will overwrite that hideous tune!
…whiskey and crack,
2 guns left on a 5 rifle rack,
somebody 'round here is gonna get killed,
and that’s for sure…
God Help Me… please, it’s been 3 days…
I’ve found that I can remove offensive songs from my head by thinking up old video game music. Something about simple voiceless electronic tunes cleanses the brain.
I’d love to help, but I don’t even know that song. Could you sing it for me?
My usual means of getting evil songs out of my head is to put better ones into it. So I repeatedly sing (aloud if possible) to myself. Long songs with many stanzas work best. I usually use Stan Rogers’ “House of Orange” or “Barrett’s Privateers” or, when in the mood, “The Band Played Waltzing Matilda” by a Aussie (actually a transplanted Brit) whose name eludes me, though I first heard the song as covered by The Pogues. The downside is that if you don’t remember all the words to your replacement song you’re almost certainly doomed to failure.
