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Post by Melifeather on Mar 9, 2016 15:00:08 GMT
I recognize the first line as a Queen song, but what it the second? You got to get someone here to start humming it, and then it'll go away...but then the hummer will be stuck with it. It's the opening lines to Elastic Heart by Sia and I would not wish it stuck in the head of my worst enemy Here. I'll give you a different ear worm...one my girls used to driver me crazy with whenever we got in the car: This is the song that doesn't end Yes it goes on and on my friends Some people started singing it not knowing what it was And they'll continue singing it forever just because... link
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Post by pieceofgosa on Mar 9, 2016 15:14:37 GMT
Here. I'll give you a different ear worm...one my girls used to driver me crazy with whenever we got in the car: Bless you but I have tried everything, I even whipped out Charlie had a pigeon from primary school but nothing is cutting it. I'm doomed.
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Post by Melifeather on Mar 9, 2016 15:17:02 GMT
I walked out of the house this morning singing Electric Love by Borns. Got in the car, turned the radio on and it began to play.
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Post by pieceofgosa on Mar 9, 2016 15:17:48 GMT
I walked out of the house this morning singing Electric Love by Borns. Got in the car, turned the radio on and it began to play. Aristotle is turning in his grave
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Post by Ser Duncan on Mar 9, 2016 15:19:42 GMT
This has been stuck in my head.. And another one bites the dust, but why can I not conquer love ?...for like a freaking week !!!! Can someone please kill me ? Please.... Meh, Sia ain't that bad. There's worse, by far, these days. I've still got that Peter Gabrielle song in my head. Two days going on three now, ugh. Although, now I've read yours, think that one might be replacing it cuz now I've got-- Oh why can I not conquer love, it's hard to lose the chosen one//whistling tunes as we hide in the dunes by the seaside//but I've got think skin and an electric heart, but you're blade it might be too sharp//if looks could kill they probably will. So that's for that mate!
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Post by Ser Duncan on Mar 9, 2016 15:24:17 GMT
Bless you but I have tried everything, I even whipped out Charlie had a pigeon from primary school but nothing is cutting it. I'm doomed. Nah, that won't work. If you really want to replace the song, you've got to find the most catchy nursery song you can remember. Oranges and Lemons always works for me, if I hate the song, so try that one. Or the Grand Old Duke of York, that's my back up.
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Post by Maester Flagons on Mar 9, 2016 15:33:09 GMT
Try this
Sha la la la la la la la. Oh. Uh huh. I was down at the New Amsterdam starin' at this yellow-haired girl, Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer. You know, she dances while his father plays. And so, she's suddenly beautiful. And we all want something beautiful. Man, I wish I was beautiful... So come dance the silence down through the mornin'.
Sha la la la la la la la. Yeah. Uh huh. Yeah.
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Post by pieceofgosa on Mar 9, 2016 15:37:12 GMT
So that's for that mate! My work here is done...
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Post by Ser Duncan on Mar 9, 2016 15:51:03 GMT
So that's for that mate! My work here is done... Na, na, na! Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clemens You owe me 5 farthings, say the bells of St Martins When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey When I am rich, say the bells of Shoreditch. And I'll sing the rest of the song over and over. It. Must. Work.
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Post by Maester Flagons on Mar 10, 2016 23:43:59 GMT
Here's one that has been in my head off and on for a few days
You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-de-fey A capillary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped
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Post by Some Pig No Doubt on Mar 11, 2016 2:17:55 GMT
I now have Peter Gabriel stuck in my brain after reading this thread.
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Post by snowfyre on Mar 19, 2016 3:17:58 GMT
But I can't do this all on my own No, I know I'm no Superman
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Post by Some Pig No Doubt on Mar 19, 2016 3:44:31 GMT
So some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring All that I know love as a caging thing Just a killer come to call from some awful dream And all you folks, you come to see You just to stand there in the glass looking at me But my heart is wire, and my bones are steel And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free
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Post by Ser Duncan on Mar 20, 2016 1:05:09 GMT
You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-de-fey A capillary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped I just watched the trippy video, never heard of these guys before, thanks for that. Now I know were you got your signature
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Post by Weasel Pie on Mar 20, 2016 13:18:35 GMT
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