
So we're in practice last night at the Sweatshop, this dingy rehearsal space for unsigned bands and aspiring musicians. The sounds that come out of this place are really terrible - not excluding our own practice, I’m sure. In one of these late night practices Donnie is singing for this song "Two Dead Horses in the Road". He always mumbles his lyrics, but also I am famous for making up my own lyrics that completely distort the artists poetic meaning.
But to add to the problem . . . Donnie's voice is too quiet in the speaker (plus he can never decide how to phrase them). The real lyrics are as follows:
"And in my absence, you will find her"
But for the last 8 months we've been playing this tune and I always sing something completely different. I’m mouthing along the words and I realize I they are completely different. I've always heard:
"I leave my ass a your reminder"
Right then, I began to giggle with all of my inner-child. I know I have a third grader's sense of humor, but potty-talk never ceases to tickle me.
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1 comment:
Why must we draw from skulls? Sweaty, heart-filled, novice, moog=a-relics. Don't hate the Saint.
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