Ahhhhh, the sound of earworms....
Tell me what you want, what you really really want!
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want!Feeeeeeeeeeeeeelings! Whooooo-ooooooh-wooooooh, Feeeeeeeeeeelings!...I write the songs of love and speeee-ee-cial things...The hills are aliiiiiiiiive, with the sound of muuuusic!And, you! You liiiiiiiight up my life! You give me hoooooope.... to carrrrry ooooooon! You liiiiiiight up myyyyyyy daaaaaaaays!
I heard him talk about earworms on NPR a few years ago and thought it was a fantastic term. I get earworms very, very easily and very, very often.Originally Posted by straps
The funny part about the story was when he talked about who gets earworms. Apparently, you're most likely to get earworms if you're a neurotic woman with some musical experience.
;~)...Meanwhile, back at the ranch, sittin' on the front porch a'swingin' with Blanche..
~just a s'wingin'~
Ooohhh... that's a different earworm with the same theme. I was quoting the horrible John Anderson tune. My bad.
Here's one for everybody:
"Elvira! Elvira! My heeeeeaaaarts on fire, Elvira!"
Originally Posted by ScottW
Yup. Fun game. I (we) call it "monkey." As in saying "monkey!" instead of gotcha. Do it in a large group sometime and keep count of how many mokneys you can covert.
Las alas del condor son largas.
Here's one that hs driven me crazy for 40 years, yet I'm probably the only one who remembers it:
Thumpin' good, thumpin' good
Cas Walker's melons are thumpin' good.
Red, ripe and ready to eat,
Cool delicious and so sweet.
Cas Walker's melons just can't be beat
Cause they are thumpin' good! Thumpin' good!
"It amazes me how a society can paint itself into a corner by the laws it enacts." --John B. Wells.
Now you're bringing in commercials and TV tunes. That's a deeper circle of Hell altogether
"Doc Bruce Banner, pelted by gamma rays, turned into the Hulk! Ain't he unglamorous!
Wreckin' the town, with the power of a bull, ain't no monster 'cause: Who is that lovable?"
I have earworms* every minute that I'm awake, if I'm not listening to something.
*i.e., music in my head (damn, now I've got that Kings X song stuck)
Where odd audio errata, ephemeralities, and nonsense occasionally collide with actual music for serious contemplation. Trouble is - I'm not saying what is which.
Tragically, the above was from memory.East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'. We're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there. We're east bound, and watch ol' Bandit run!
Ol' Smokey's got his ears on. He's hot on your trail.
And he ain't gonna rest 'til you're in jail.
So you've gotta dodge, you've gotta duck him... you've gotta keep that Diesel truckin'.
Just put that hammer down and give it hell!
I feel so bad, I'm gonna go to church and light a candle. See ya tomorrow.