The Muddling Of Lyrics Corrected~I Hear What I Hear

Don’t judge me, but I enjoy listening to the 70’s and The Bridge (easy/soft rock) channels on my Sirus XM while in the car.

Never mind, judge away. These are the songs from my childhood. I can still see my Mom next to me, singing and dancing to these very tunes, neither of us encumbered by a seat belt.

{The mustaches. The hair. The suits}

SIDE BAR: Did I tell you I broke my nose at 11 because I ate the dashboard with my face while NOT wearing my seat belt?

I actually broke it one more time at 14, and at 16 I underwent Rhinoplasty because I struggled to breath through my nose.

Spoiler alert: I still struggle to breath through my nostrils.

THAT SONG UP THERE

I hear it all the time on my old people channels and one line has always baffled me.

Finally, this week, after forty something years, I looked it up for clarification and I’m glad to say, I wasn’t the only one who was confused.

I thought they were saying:

I’m not talking about Millennium.

I know that makes NO sense, but it worked for MY ears.

A clip of comments from Youtube:

Hello, yeah, it’s been a while
Not much, how ’bout you?
I’m not sure why I called
I guess I really just wanted to talk to youAnd I was thinking maybe later on
We could get together for a while
It’s been such a long time
And I really do miss your smile I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight We could go walking through a windy park
Or take a drive along the beach
Or stay at home and watch TV
You see, it really doesn’t matter much to me I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight I won’t ask for promises
So you don’t have to lie
We’ve both played that game before
Say I love you, then say goodbye I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight
I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight
I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight

Did you know the correct lyrics? Or maybe, you’re too young to have even listened to this song?


We’ve discussed before how song lyrics can really go over my our heads. (Bob Marley, Justin Timberlake) In those cases, I knew the lyrics, but the meaning of them confused me. Which is different from NOT hearing the correct words, Bright Suz.

One of my favorite ever mis-hearings is Kenny Rogers’ Lucille from when I was 10 years old.

I swear he was saying: You’ve picked a fine time to leave me Lucille; 400 children and crap in the field.


Only The Lonely by The Motels came out in 1982 when I was 15.

I was in the car with my Aunt singing this song and she corrected me when I sang: Only the lonely, get laid.

I’m laughing at the thought of it; I was so naive because everyone knows that lonely people don’t get laid.

Right?

The Coach is always singing the incorrect lyrics and I used to correct him and he’d say, I like my version better. So I quit correcting him. Really, who am I to correct anyone when I just told you what I HEARD.

Please make me smile with some of your mis-hearings.

XOXO

The End Of The Questions {Part four}

I’m at the end of your interrogation questions. This really was fun and I would advise for you to also pose an open question and answer if you feel so obliged. NOT one person asked an inappropriate question which does make me wonder: are we even friends?

My friend Dawn sent this to me the other day and said I really needed to have it; it had my name all over it.

Not sure if any of you remember but in one of my posts several years ago I quoted my youngest child when she said to me: “Are you ever appropriate?

To know me is to love me.


Anyhoo, I have two unanswered questions:

Mark (Swinged Cat) asked: What is the best concert you ever attended? Why? And is there one artist or band, living or dead, you wish you could (or could have) seen?

This is such an awesome question; Mark and I are both big fans of live music. Well, if I had to pick ONE concert that was the best, it would have to be that one I saw on a blind date with a certain someone in August of 1985. That was a LIFE Changing concert to say the least. But I honestly didn’t remember the music as much as my date. We’ve seen some amazing artists in various places all of the country, but one that stands out as Super is when the Coach surprised me (and several friends) by booking a trip to NYC for my 40th birthday and while there we had VIP tickets to Farm Aid. Ya’ll know I’m obsessed with Dave Matthews, right? We’ve seen him at least 20 times, but this time there was also John Mellencamp, Willie Nelson, The Counting Crows, Neil Young, Mere Haggard, The Allman Brothers, Montgomery Gentry and many more. It was an all day affair with some of my dearest friends. *sigh* to be Forty again.

One person I would have LOVED to have seen in concert is Prince. I was always a big fan; he was an amazing artist.


Ernie screamed asked: DO AUNT AND UNCLE HAVE CHILDREN? IF NOT, DO YOU HAVE OTHER COUSINS? IF YOU DO, DO YOU SEE THEM MUCH?

I can HEAR YOU! Kidding. I really can’t, this damn tinnitus….

AT and UJ have two sons; Patrick and Christopher. {Aunt Trisha is one of my Mom’s younger sisters} I believe Patrick reads my blog, or at least he tells me he reads my blog.

I have seven cousins in total between both sides, some of them live within a few hours of us, but I rarely see them which makes me sad. My paternal Grandma told me that when she was gone I would have to be the Matriarch and keep everyone in touch, but damn, it’s been hard with these guys; I finally threw in the towel after so many failed attempts.

But, I do see Patrick as he lives in GA; we always get together for Thanksgiving and sometimes we would see each other during the summer in either FL or GA. But, now that we have a place in GA we will see him more. He just came up and spent a week with Coach in I back in May in GA.

UJ, AT and Patrick at our house a few Thanksgiving’s ago. Patrick is a fan of any holiday that is ‘food centered’, so I know we don’t need a DNA test to prove we’re blood related.

Since Patrick is the only one I see and he *reads* my blog, he is my absolute favorite cousin.


So that’s all I know about that.

*Suz takes a bow and thanks the audience for their applause*

What artist you like to see alive or dead? I mean, I don’t want to see a DEAD artist, you know what I mean.

XOXO

Fake It Until You Make It: A Good Motto For Every{damn}thing This Year.

It took me a minute to get into the Christmas spirit this year, but it finally happened. Well, kinda. I put up one tree (usually there are 2) and threw some ornaments in a bowl, wrapped some gifts (spoiler alert: fewer gifts this year), and put on my Pandora Christmas music station.

I’ve watched Elf and Christmas Family Vacation (my two favorite Christmas movies) and I drank three gallons of egg nog.

“Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?” -Clark Griswold.

Kidding. I’ve not had any egg nog this year. Or in the past 10 years.

I DO have a few favorite Christmas songs if you care to know.

I’m digging this new (to me) song by Kacey Musgraves. “me without you is like a present without a bow”

*Suz runs to add bows to all gifts under the tree.*

Have you heard of Whamageddon?

This is strange phenomenon of people who INTENTIONALLY do not want to hear Whams’ Last Christmas, which is one of the all-time best Christmas songs. What kind of animals are running around in our society?

George Michael; *sigh* what a beautiful human he was. So, in this horrible for humanity idea, whamageddon means you have to avoid hearing the original version of Last Christmas from 12/1-12/24. If you hear the song, you’re out!

So, if you were trying to avoid this song and you saw/heard it here: Merry Christmas, I WIN! I think.

I’m NOT a huge Mariah fan (even though we danced to one of her songs for our ‘first dance’, we were young and silly) But THIS song always makes me want to shake my booty, Judy.

Judy is one of my MIL’s and I love her. And I love to dance and pretend that someone nicer sang this song. BTW: This is named the #1 Christmas song according to Billboard’s top 10. Couldn’t have happened to a less nice person.

And for my nostalgic moments, The Carpenters. Oh, I loved their music when I was trying to grow up. My Mom had their album and I listened to it over and over. Ok, I still sing my heart out as if I’m Karen while listening to the 70’s channel in my car. Call Morgan & Morgan and sue my silly self.

And for my most favorite, sad, heart-wrenching Christmas song: River, originally sung by Joni Mitchell, but I love this version by Sarah McLachlan who took a minute off from making us cry about sad and abused animals to sing this song. Well played Sarah, well played.

This is probably my last post for a while because I’m so depressed about abused animals, Karen Carpenter, and people who want to avoid Wham. And guess what? MY CARDS STILL HAVE NOT ARRIVED. *raises both fists at the post office*

Do you have any favorite Christmas songs? Are you a purist who enjoys the original version of the ‘oldies, but goodies‘ or are you a RUN DMC Christmas in Hollis type of person?

If I don’t see you this week, I’m sending you a warm Merry Christmas hug free of germs and heavy on love.

XOXO