If there's one thing that is always amusing, it is silly people getting the words wrong to all sorts of great songs. And great people getting the words wrong to all sorts of silly songs, and ohh you know what I mean.
original: "masquerading as a new love" (more augie march deepness)
original: "hot sexy lusty!" (that's HLAH)
original: "roll on, you careless evening" (that's Augie March)
original: "Watching friends playing in the dirt..." (Belle and Sebastian)
original:"Lisa learnt a lot from putting on a blindfold when she knew she had been bad / She met another blind kid at a fancy dress / It was the best sex that she ever had." (B & S)
this is fergus' augie march mishearings collection, most of which left me thinking 'ohh but aren't those the real words?!' but i don't speak australian so i have an excuse ok?!
The Hole in your roof
upon your head
show us some help then
Tasman Awakens
In August nights
walk the leaves on the older trees
our mum: "masturbating is a new love" (yes of course it is)
my mum: "god says she loves me!"
me on substances: "roll on, you hairless kittens"
me no speaka scottish: "watching France playing in the dirt"
alex being daft as ever: "Lisa got a laugh from putting on a blindfold when she knew she had been bad / She made another blanket at a fancy dress / It was the best sex that she ever had."
And this was Calum's one... "she made another blanket out of fancy dress".. sara thought it was that too. And while we're on 'The Model', I thought 'the model with the tragic air' was 'the model with the tragic hair'. And I even cast her in the video in my head.
they are thinking in red
the wounds i inflict
do not learn to forgive
like children walking in pain
put the wood fires on hold
draw in your courage
and the children walking in pain
that kind of truth is an evil of mine
rest the tree sunset shining at the prospect of mine
Die Sterne: "was hat dich bloss so ruiniert?" (like... so what screwed you up?)
mum: "my sunday roast so roegjvrjbiorjbnonibkrbrjj"
Blumfeld: "von der Unmöglichkeit 'nein' zu sagen, ohne sich umzubringen"
mum: "one day a mortgage guy, NEIN!, mffnfjnjh49hygrbnkhnnh"
original: "don't cry for me, next door neighbour" (that crappo old Tubthumping song from 1997)
liz: "don't cry for me, let your neighbour"
original: "but I can't forget the innocence you've taken from me" (shihad with lots of hair)
fergus: "but i can't forget the insects you've taken from me" oh yes
original: "he's like a detuned radio" (radiohead)
liz: "he's like a didgeridoo"
original is something like this:"using the Guardian as a shield to cover my thighs against the rain..." (Kings of Convenience)
calum the boy with the filthy mind: "... cum on my thighs..."
original: "I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo..." (Radiohead, der!)
liz: "i'm a creep, i'm a widow" - the best thing about this was she kept saying "How can he be a widow, he's a man?!"
original: "i think i'm turning japanese, i really think so" (ohh you know that song)
calum - no, kogepan: "i think i'm tony japanese"
original (i think?): "one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime" (xtc)
fergus' dad: "one, two, three, four, five, sixies working overtime"
there are many more to come but i am too lazy to think of them let alone type them out. But obviously we should all be employed as lyricists or perhaps poet laureates.