The cold mornings are here. Sweater mornings. Good god I wish I had pajama pants mornings. Perhaps if I abstain from such things long enough my leg hair shall grow as mighty as the other beasts in my home and warmth will follow me everywhere. As if I needed another reason to hate summer.
Its under these conditions that I find myself listening to, wake the town and tell the people LOUD, music in hopes that the vibrations will heat the house. I seem to have the habit of mishearing lines in songs and then becoming so attached to the lines I thought were in them that I either refuse to learn the actual lyrics. Plus its SO much easier to sing only love now can change your name than old enough now to change your name. Recently, I had one of these moments with the line Carlitas and you, was the name of her act. Needless to say, that is not what I thought Danny boy was singing. Imagine the horror upon discovering that the line you had belted to no less than one dog and cat was WRONG. Oh, how the beasts with their fine manes of warm fur shall judge my shivering making up the words while the band sings something else lips. After some time of feeling right back in seventh grade I realized "no, fuck them and their judging ways! My line makes less sense but is at least 1.05 times more awesome!". It was clear then what must be done. The line is now ASD's and can be found in one of our new new songs that will hopefully be somewhat stage ready in a month or so.
Now...where the hell are my pants?! Its eff'n cold in this house!
It's not Cartilege and Sinew?! Well, then I'm hella glad you put in one of your songs. But c'mon, he must at least have inteded that mishearing--it's totally what he's saying!
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