This song contains one of my all-time favorite mondegreens. First, take a listen (ignore the crappy video):
“All Right Now” / Free (1970)
Now, if you please, go back to 0:40.
Are you there? Good.
Here, Mr. Paul Rodgers is singing “Let’s move before they raise the parking rate.”
Or, as I prefer to hear it, “Let’s move before they raise the fucking rent.”
“Imma play some Vandross, you gon’ take your pants off.”
Oh, Kanye, it ain’t that easy.
“Slow Jamz” / Twista ft. Kanye and Jamie Foxx (2003)
Julie : Saturday Night Live :: Cubs fans : Cubs
They know the history and the facts, and yet they persevere. They latch onto the high points with the desperation of that chick who was floating on the door or piece of plywood or casket or whatever it was in that Titanic movie: Did you see that perfect 1/3 of an inning that Dempster pitched that one day? Oh, man, it was awesome! They also brush aside the lowlights, claiming that the losses build character, and that nothing good was earned without struggle: At least we’re not those cocksucking Yankees who have everything handed to them!
Above all, they all claim to remember the “glory days,” though they were likely not alive to witness those good times (or perhaps they were just too young?).
Gentle reader, do not confuse this loyalty with delusions of grandeur; these aren’t dumb folks (except for the ones I sit next to at Busch who think they’re being clever by taunting the Cardinals fans…when we aren’t even playing the Cubs. What the hell, buddy?). Nay, they’re just optimistic. The good times might not show their face again for awhile, but when they do, they will been ready all along.
This is why I still watch SNL.
I made what could be called a “pallet’s worth” of corn-and-black-bean salsa yesterday, and while it is pretty damn scrumptious, my hands still reek of the red onion I so finely chopped and carefully added to the mixture.
I’d heard/read that lemon juice takes the onion smell out, so I diligently laundered my phalanges with approximately a litre of the stuff. Nope. Now I have lemony-onion scented hands with slight undertones of the sponge I used to scrub them clean. This is almost worse than when I started.
Time to ask Uncle Google what to do now, I guess.
I don’t know much of their stuff, other than what’s played on the radio, but this one’s worth a listen. Or two. Or three.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OfsZyYPLoI&ob=av2e
“Need you now” / Lady Antebellum (2009)
No, you do not wear that outfit to yoga. No, you do not ride that scooter, wearing that outfit, to yoga. Do you hear me? No.*
photo: athleta.com
*But yes, you look cute. But no. Really. Not to yoga.
Chickity-check! (FYI: this is the remix with Grandmaster Flash’s “The Message” (see previous sotd)
“Check yo self” / Ice Cube (1992)
the sloppy copy 