I am a terrible, awful, off-key, no good singer. I know this because I was blessed with perfect pitch, which only serves to annoy the crap out of me when I hear myself singing. So, to counter that, I purposely sing off-key most of the time.
I also have a special relationship with music since I have music -> visual synesthesia. I talked about it here. I wake up with a song stuck in my head every single morning. This morning it was Black Sabbath.
So, when I see a daily prompt asking “what song is stuck in your head these days? Why does it speak to you?” I feel I have to answer, even if I am a day late.
A song that gets stuck in my head a lot is Minnie Ripperton’s Lovin’ You. I have absolutely no idea why. If I don’t have a song stuck in my head already, this will probably appear:
But these are really the only lyrics I know, so they just keep repeating:
Lovin’ you is easy cause your beautiful.
doot’n doot’n doot do.
Yeah. It’s that annoying. I annoy myself and Male with that all the time. It’s really the “AAAH-AH-AH-AH-AH” that does it. I usually leave a pregnant pause between “doot’n doot’n doot do” and “AAAH-AH-AH-AH-AH” for added emphasis.
Another song that gets stuck in my head is Georgy Girl by the Seekers:
Again, I don’t know the words so this:
Hey there, Georgy girl
Swingin’ down the street so fancy-free
Hey there, Georgy girl
Playin’ with your tools so so fancy-freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And the rest of it, I just make up as I go along.
I am pretty sure that the reason this song gets stuck in my head is because the lyrics are absolutely ridiculous; even more ridiculous than “doot’n doot’n doot do.” This song is better known as the cake in the rain song:
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again, oh no
Richard is sad that he made a cake without a recipe and someone left it in the rain and now it’s melting. I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there somewhere for something entirely not drug-related, but I really don’t care to know what it is.
So, there you have it. Three songs that are older than I am that continually rattle around inside my brainpan for some inconceivable reason. Three songs I am forced to sing at high volume from time to time, rupturing my eardrums and those around me. Enjoy!