ANNIE TO ME HIDE, FEELS LIKE BEING STONED...
I know I just wrote a chronicles, but a commercial just came on that reminded me of something I was thinking of last week.
I'm driving into work and I'm flipping though the stations because I've yet to put a CD player into my car, and all of a sudden I hear it. Now we all have certain songs that we absolutely freak out when we hear it. We start singing and dancing and throwing our panties out the window...well not quite that, just a thought.
So I'm driving in to work last week and it came on...Golden Earrings's "Twilight Zone". Go ahead, laugh your little or fat asses off. I don't care. We all have our secrets, but I just tell all mine! Yes, you think you know me? Well did you know that one? I think maybe two of you did! And that's only if you remember that conversation after all these years.
I screamed. Yes, I seriously screamed out loud when I heard it. And the dancing started. Did I care that I was surrounded by cars with drivers so bored, they surely noticed the redhead bopping around like a maniac in her silver Saturn? Noooooooo. I was happy and I was free. Then the singing started...kind of.
"Now I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone. Annie to me hide. Feels like being stoned. My weakness pulls though an ye full of throne. Something and something something goes and oohhhhhh oohhhhhhh."
This is seriously what I sang as I danced my ass off in the car. Thing is, only a few of those words are actual. I know. It's shocking. It's...hideous to think that I could make up something like that, but alas it's true. In the 20 or so years that song has been out, I have never been able to understand what the hell that man is singing except for "Now we're stepping into the Twilight Zone..." and then it's all up to me and my imagination.
With the days of the internet, you'd think I'd have looked up the lyrics, but I can't bring myself to do it. Part of me knows I will laugh my ass off at what the words really are, but the other part of me knows I will also feel a sense of loss at the possibility of him singing about Annie and feeling like being stoned.
There is one other song notorious to me that I do this with. It is Duran Duran's "New Moon on Monday." I have always loved this song, but only know the part, "....New moon on Monday. When there's five days through the night..." The rest of the time I just mutter or make up my own words.
And somehow there is beauty in it all, I love that part of life.
Now, post your comments. Sing me the tunes you don't know and the words you make up for it.
Love,
Heather McDuffin
The Egg McMuffin
I'm driving into work and I'm flipping though the stations because I've yet to put a CD player into my car, and all of a sudden I hear it. Now we all have certain songs that we absolutely freak out when we hear it. We start singing and dancing and throwing our panties out the window...well not quite that, just a thought.
So I'm driving in to work last week and it came on...Golden Earrings's "Twilight Zone". Go ahead, laugh your little or fat asses off. I don't care. We all have our secrets, but I just tell all mine! Yes, you think you know me? Well did you know that one? I think maybe two of you did! And that's only if you remember that conversation after all these years.
I screamed. Yes, I seriously screamed out loud when I heard it. And the dancing started. Did I care that I was surrounded by cars with drivers so bored, they surely noticed the redhead bopping around like a maniac in her silver Saturn? Noooooooo. I was happy and I was free. Then the singing started...kind of.
"Now I'm steppin' into the Twilight Zone. Annie to me hide. Feels like being stoned. My weakness pulls though an ye full of throne. Something and something something goes and oohhhhhh oohhhhhhh."
This is seriously what I sang as I danced my ass off in the car. Thing is, only a few of those words are actual. I know. It's shocking. It's...hideous to think that I could make up something like that, but alas it's true. In the 20 or so years that song has been out, I have never been able to understand what the hell that man is singing except for "Now we're stepping into the Twilight Zone..." and then it's all up to me and my imagination.
With the days of the internet, you'd think I'd have looked up the lyrics, but I can't bring myself to do it. Part of me knows I will laugh my ass off at what the words really are, but the other part of me knows I will also feel a sense of loss at the possibility of him singing about Annie and feeling like being stoned.
There is one other song notorious to me that I do this with. It is Duran Duran's "New Moon on Monday." I have always loved this song, but only know the part, "....New moon on Monday. When there's five days through the night..." The rest of the time I just mutter or make up my own words.
And somehow there is beauty in it all, I love that part of life.
Now, post your comments. Sing me the tunes you don't know and the words you make up for it.
Love,
Heather McDuffin
The Egg McMuffin
HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINES DAY
It is near 10 PM and Tarot has sneekily made his way into my room and is giving my calf the love it needs. Thank God that Valentines Day is near over! I hate today. I think it's so commercialized that those who should be showing love daily are made to feel guilty if they don't go over the top for this one day, and if you are single you are taunted into standing in the corner with your single serving tofu, organic lasagna and bottle of wine.
Today is the four-year anniversary of my divorce. Makes me sad, but more than anything, I'm bummed that I wasted four years of my life with that person. Four pivotal years of my 20's. Good things came of it, mainly that I met some great people when I moved to Arizona, actually that's it. Oh! And I learned all the what not to do's and how not to's from that marriage...and the next relationship. Anyways, I usually hate today whether alone or with someone. It just hurts.
So tonight I worked out, bought my dinner for the night, read the Valentine's card from my friend's 2-year old son that was the most beautiful scribble ever, got flowers from my father, was told by a gay man that I'm loved, drank too much Chilean wine, played with fire while watching the most beautiful proposal and then tuned into Lisa Loeb's quest for love, and sang Peter Brady's "Seasons Change" to Tony to prove that my fucking handi-haler is changing my voice and that I'm kinda drunk right now.
I hate today.
Happy Fucking Valentines Day. Oh! Except a positive "Happy Valentines Day" to my cousin Dean in North Carolina. He got married today and won a Redneck Wedding from a radio station there. They and nine other couples got married at a car dealership and she wore a red dress and had a Krispy Kreme donut wedding cake! Can't wait to hear more from my mother. LOVE the red wedding dress...would never wear white again if I were so madly in love I was dumb enough to marry again. Saw a red wedding dress at the bridal fair and LOVED it! And who can argue with Krispy Kreme? Congratulations Dean!
So, once again...Happy Fucking Valentines Day! But I do love you all, or actually, I love those I know. All those I don't...whatever. Maybe I will love you someday.
Heather McDuffin
The Heart-Shaped Muffin
Today is the four-year anniversary of my divorce. Makes me sad, but more than anything, I'm bummed that I wasted four years of my life with that person. Four pivotal years of my 20's. Good things came of it, mainly that I met some great people when I moved to Arizona, actually that's it. Oh! And I learned all the what not to do's and how not to's from that marriage...and the next relationship. Anyways, I usually hate today whether alone or with someone. It just hurts.
So tonight I worked out, bought my dinner for the night, read the Valentine's card from my friend's 2-year old son that was the most beautiful scribble ever, got flowers from my father, was told by a gay man that I'm loved, drank too much Chilean wine, played with fire while watching the most beautiful proposal and then tuned into Lisa Loeb's quest for love, and sang Peter Brady's "Seasons Change" to Tony to prove that my fucking handi-haler is changing my voice and that I'm kinda drunk right now.
I hate today.
Happy Fucking Valentines Day. Oh! Except a positive "Happy Valentines Day" to my cousin Dean in North Carolina. He got married today and won a Redneck Wedding from a radio station there. They and nine other couples got married at a car dealership and she wore a red dress and had a Krispy Kreme donut wedding cake! Can't wait to hear more from my mother. LOVE the red wedding dress...would never wear white again if I were so madly in love I was dumb enough to marry again. Saw a red wedding dress at the bridal fair and LOVED it! And who can argue with Krispy Kreme? Congratulations Dean!
So, once again...Happy Fucking Valentines Day! But I do love you all, or actually, I love those I know. All those I don't...whatever. Maybe I will love you someday.
Heather McDuffin
The Heart-Shaped Muffin
