I like this song, FIGHT ME
So it’s been cold enough now that I’ve been listening to my little portable radio on my runs (I use my super cheap $5 on-ear headphones to keep my ears warm). Today, the radio station I listen to played Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me,” which immediately transported me mentally back to junior high and whatever volume of “Now That’s What I Call Music” had that song on it.
(I want to say…Now That’s What I Call Music 6? *checks* Hell yeah, I’m right.)
Anyway.
Because the only things that my brain stores as concrete, irremovable memories are song lyrics and voice cadences, I noticed a difference in the chorus between the lyrics on the radio and the lyrics from the CD version I had way back when (and still have on my iPod). Because I was out running, though, and dealing with traffic noises, the best I could do is notice there was a difference; I couldn’t tell exactly what the difference was.
So once I got back to my office, I decided to look the lyrics up. Which, honestly, was something that I should have done a long time ago, because Shaggy’s verses were like 96% incomprehensible to me every time I heard this song and left me just saying “what?”
So I looked up the lyrics. Here is one said verse:
Mek she know say that she really no have right fi vex
A never you she see yah make the gigolo flex
A smaddy else weh favor you inna di complex
Seein’ is believin’, so you better change your specs
You know she a go bring a whole heap a things up from the past
All the likkle evidence, you betta know fi mask
Quick ‘pon yuh answer, know how fi talk
But if she pack a gun, you know you betta run fast
…What?
Anyway, the original chorus thingy I noticed was the following: in the CD version, it’s
Picture this: we were both caught making love on the bathroom floor
But on the radio version, it’s
Picture this: we were both butt-naked banging on the bathroom floor
So yeah. I know nobody cares, but I do.
I DO!
If the first verse of “All Star” was written by Guy Fieri
Somebody once sold me
A bunch of ravioli
With 40,000 spices inside
It was looking kind of wild
But actually was mild
So I went into my trailer and cried
That’s…that’s all. This stems from a Jeopardy question, don’t even ask.
w00t
Oh yes.
This is an amazing song.
Lyrics:
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck; some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype – save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style
And that’s alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Oh, who am I?
Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
Some nights, I always win
I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I still don’t know what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know…
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
No. When I see stars, when I see stars, that’s all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on.
That is it, guys, that is all – five minutes in and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, I’m not sure if anybody understands
This is not one for the folks back home; I’m sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called “love”
But when I look into my nephew’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible nights.
The other night, you wouldn’t believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we’d both agree
It’s for the best you didn’t listen
It’s for the best we get our distance…
Yes, I bolded the ones pertinent to me right now. Yes, I know that makes me a tween. Bite me.
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