As you know, if you have been following along at all, is that I have a passion for music. Although I have this great love affair with music, I sometimes mishear or misremember the lyrics … which brings me to misheard lyrics – some lyrics I’ve been singing wrong for 20-25 years, maybe longer. That is crazy!
I figure them out sometimes in the car. Maybe as I age, I become more attuned or more sensitive to the words, or maybe I just pay more attention. Who knows for sure. It also happens when someone sings a song on TV and they annunciate the words differently.
Here are some prime examples of my mishearing … George Harrison’s My Sweet Lord. You know the one. “My sweet lord (hallelujah) Hmm, my lord.” I hear, “My love, oh sweet love” … not only the wrong lyrics, but the wrong song title. Not sure for how many years I was getting that one wrong. Wow, I’m a dolt. I just heard this properly for the first time in the car the other night. What the hell? The song has been around for so long. Huh! I’m sure my ears are changing (and it helps that the title scrolls across the consol). It’s great to finally figure out lyrics, but as was the case with Bon Jovi, I felt like an idiot. The song You Give Love a Bad Bame. I thought it was “Whoa oh your love is gone.” That makes sense in the song to me. But actually, it’s “oh, you’re a loaded gun. I’ve been singing that wrong since 1986. Holy shit! Heard it correctly on American Idol. Not that I watch that (ooooooh that Simon so Handsome). I just tuned into watch that one particular song (yeah right, ha ha). The list goes on. How about Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something? The actual lyric is “And I said what about Breakfast at Tiffany’s? She said I think I remember the film”. Me, I thought it was “I said what about breakfast at Tiffany’s she said I, think I, remember what it felt like”. Crazy! It doesn’t even fit with the music beats i had to sing it fast to even fit. It was like I had an epiphany when I figure that one out. So many songs like that. You know the chorus, but the rest is humming or made up words that sound like they fit. Or how about Peter Gabriel’s Games Without Frontier. The first lyrics “she so Happier.” or at least this is what I thought, and I couldn’t have been any farther away from the actual lyrics. It actually is “Jeux sans frontieres.” Freakin French! (Download it, give it a listen). Are my ears that bad?. Another prime example is Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. I still have no clue what the actual lyrics are. I do know it’s all about the sex (like most great rock music). So here we go. Here is what I hear and try to sing:
Livin’ like a bum and I couldn’t get on
Livin’ like a lover with a red eye phone.
Livin’ like a champ, like a video vam (By the way, what the hell is a video vam?)
Demolition woman can I be your man
Raz-a-little-daz a little cash a little light
Television lover baby do all night
Some time anytime sugar me sweet
Little miss evil said sugar me … yeah
OK, some of that doesn’t make sense. I will look up the correct lyrics. Man, I love the inter-webs! Goolge can find anything! Here are the real lyrics:
Love is like a bomb, baby, c’mon get it on
Livin’ like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle ‘n’ a dazzle ‘n’ a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
Well there you have it, I’m not too far off. I know, you’re gonna get the song and check it against my lyrics. Well have fun. Sometimes I sing the lyrics wrong on purpose and then I actually convince myself that the ones I sing are correct. Examples are the Sexy Bitch song by David Guetta ft. Akon, such a degrading song. What a way to talk about women. Chorus: Damn, you’s a sexy bitch, sexy bitch! (repeat over and over ‘cause he ran out of lyrics.)
For some reason, I always sing “Damn, who’s a crazy bitch? Crazy bitch.” and I actually tricked my mind into thinking that those are the correct lyrics and the name of the song. I was asking wifey the other day who sings it so I could get it for a ring tune, and she’s like “ it’s not crazy bitch, it’s sexy bitch.” Oh well. No matter, ‘cause if you live with them long enough, even the sexiest ones turn into the craziest ones (lol). Or how about in the song Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison), after the base solo … “So hard to find my way, now that I’m on my way. I saw you just the other day, my how your breasts have grown.” Now, we all know that breasts are not there, but they should be … I guess I got boobs on the brains, but it fits in the song. I think I made the song better.
It doesn’t matter if you mishear the lyrics and sing the wrong ones, music should be enjoyed and sung at high levels, even if you can’t sing and don’t know the proper lyrics. It should make you happy or sad or laugh out loud. Music is great and should be celebrated. Wow, I went all Tony Robbins on your ass. I feel positive, I feel great…) and as far as messing up the lyrics, what’s the worst that can happen? You won’t go to jail or be set in front of a firing squad. Worst case scenario, you will be publicly ridiculed or just laughed at by your spouse. Hey, I can handle that. So keep those vocal pipes well lubricated. I find beer works the best, but feel free to substitute for whichever poison you prefer.
“I wanna rock and roll all night and part of every day” … Oops! Yeah, like I would mess that one up.