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I've just found out this minute that one of my favourite bands The Cocteau Twins actually had full lyrics for their songs. I've been listening to them since I was found under a basket on the Nile and I always thought that bar the odd dictionary-proof phrase here and there the gorgeous voice of our Liz breathed heavenly Elfish. Or something. And I used to sing along like. In full nonsense-language!
So, admitting that I don't really listen to lyrics, am I the only one to have the Idiot-Eureka moment years down the line and finally realise that I've been mouthing or singing the wrong gibberish?
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
Was listening to Band on the Run by Wings the other day and realised one of the songs was actually Mamunia and not Ammonia as I'd been cheerfully signing along to for years.
On a similar theme remember hearing a new tune on the radio in the 90s. Full of tension, changes of tempo, head-banging moments and a sincere tone I hadn't heard in a while. Song finishes and DJ informs me of the bands's name which I hear as 'Reg Against The Machine'. What a great name I thought. Who is Reg? And what has he got against machines? My first mental image was of a nerdy white-shirted office worker kicking the fcuk out of a recalcitrant photocopier. Of course I realised the machine was the system and Reg was the everyman sworn to bring it down. For weeks I told mates about this great new band called Reg Against The Machine. Eventually someone corrected me.
On a similar theme remember hearing a new tune on the radio in the 90s. Full of tension, changes of tempo, head-banging moments and a sincere tone I hadn't heard in a while. Song finishes and DJ informs me of the bands's name which I hear as 'Reg Against The Machine'. What a great name I thought. Who is Reg? And what has he got against machines? My first mental image was of a nerdy white-shirted office worker kicking the fcuk out of a recalcitrant photocopier. Of course I realised the machine was the system and Reg was the everyman sworn to bring it down. For weeks I told mates about this great new band called Reg Against The Machine. Eventually someone corrected me.
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My Wife's best mate was round our house a few years ago and said, "Who's this Doug the Bounty Hunter, I keep hearing about?". If I was on the run and tracked down to my Mum's front room, where I was sat in my pants watching the snooker, I'd take it a lot better if it was some quiet, 60 year old bloke called Doug in floor to ceiling M&S beige, who was taking me in, rather than a ridiculous 60 year leather clad bloke with a highlighted mullet, dic khead shades and the silly name, "Dog".
My Wife's best mate was round our house a few years ago and said, "Who's this Doug the Bounty Hunter, I keep hearing about?". If I was on the run and tracked down to my Mum's front room, where I was sat in my pants watching the snooker, I'd take it a lot better if it was some quiet, 60 year old bloke called Doug in floor to ceiling M&S beige, who was taking me in, rather than a ridiculous 60 year leather clad bloke with a highlighted mullet, dic khead shades and the silly name, "Dog".
[Post edited 17 Nov 2016 14:30]
A celebrity walks into the pub my Mum used to drink when she lived in London. Mum tells the South American barmaid to go upstairs and tell the landlord that so and so is at the bar. The landlord doesn't appear.
A few days later Mum goes into the pub and the landlord says. "That was a wierd message I got from you the other day. Who's Ray The Otter anyway?" It was Ray Liotta.
A celebrity walks into the pub my Mum used to drink when she lived in London. Mum tells the South American barmaid to go upstairs and tell the landlord that so and so is at the bar. The landlord doesn't appear.
A few days later Mum goes into the pub and the landlord says. "That was a wierd message I got from you the other day. Who's Ray The Otter anyway?" It was Ray Liotta.
Brilliant - he sounds like some sort of local villain.
Not sure if this song has already been mentioned on this thread but robert Elms just played And The Beat Goes On by The Whispers.
I always thought the line
Just like fishing in the ocean
was actually
Just like pissing in the Ocean
Yes I know its not obvious but back in the day when I was going down Tudors in Harrow/ Bailys Watford I hated this type of music and only went there on the pull.
Now love soul music but at the time it was a style of music to be ashamed of to admit listening to.
nirvanas "smells like teen spirit" at the end sounds like he's shouting the author Roddy Doyles name out loud.
It is in fact "a denial" but I always thought it was roddy doyle.
Growing up I always thought Cobain was saying 'Ladim jaja' (pronounced yaya) which means chilling your bollox in serbo-croat because of course the bassist Kris Novoselic is from a Croat family. Actually prefer this to the true lyric 'A denial'
How about your own improvements to a lyric? For example, “To cut a long story short, I shat my pants”. I always felt this conveyed the emotions young Tony is trying to project in the song a lot better, particularly at the songs climax - “I shat my ………PAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS”. Well that’s what we used to sing to it anyway.
To be fair, "Makes the earth toss and tumble, Sugar Hiccup", the correct version, doesn't make any more sense than "makes the egg-timer tumble", which is what I always took it to be.
I always thought "but it was Four Tops all night" in White Man in Hammersmith Palais was "but it was f*cked up all night".
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Bit late responding to this..... yes it was the four tops lyric - Joe and Paul went to the Palais on a night where the crowd was all black (apart from them) and they were appalled at the lack of punk equivalent attitude/music - people were listening to just really safe bland stuff
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