Misheard Lyrics
I know -- lots of people misunderstand lyrics. We've all heard how people think Jimi Hendrix says "Excuse me while I kiss this guy". I, however, seem to mishear lyrics of, how shall I put it, more esoteric and random songs.
Take "Oh Canada" for instance. As a HUGE hockey fan, I have seen my fair share of games against Canadian opponents. Especially at Cornell, where we always played East Saskatchewan Community College Sacrificial Lambs as our first game of the season. Plus countless NHL and AHL games against Canadian teams. Hell my best guy friend, The Canuck, is obviously Canadian. So how come I thought the song went “Oh Canada, we stand on God for thee”? I couldn’t figure out why people would or how they even could stand on God. Took me till the middle of this AHL season to figure out “God” was actually “guard”. Which makes so much more sense.
Even the title of the song – “Oh Canada”. Or is it “O’ Canada”? The first spelling makes me think that some Brit was tasked to write a national anthem and was like “Eh. Canada. How dull.” And “you want me to write a song for who? Oh, Canada? Hey, that is a pretty good title.”
The second version, of “O’ Canada” seems like it is missing a subject. As if something is chock full of Canada. But we don’t know what that something is. England is chock full o’ Canada? Eskimos are chock full o’ Canada? Canadians are chock full o’ Canada?
Yes, these are the questions that keep me up at night.
Another topic keeping me up at night is my most recent decision to join match.com. Encouraged by Joan and her lacrosse boy, The Canuck and his Britney, and my suburban friends who are about to be parents, I finally bit the bullet and joined this past weekend. I think my profile is pretty right on, the photos aren’t too horrendous, and I should be good to go. So why am I so nervous?
I am torn between things happening too quickly and not quickly enough. For example, Monday morning, after having been on match for less than 24 hours or so, I got an email from a guy asking to meet for drinks that night! Which of course I was not at all prepared for. We are going out on Friday. Eek.
But then, I bit the bullet and emailed a guy I thought was funny. And yet, I haven’t heard a peep from him (or anyone else) yet. How can this service be so great and frustrating at the same time? Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on the progress, or lack thereof, as the situation changes. I figure at the very least I’ll get some good material for the blog. Especially about the only ‘wink’ I have received thus far is from a 44 year old 5’ 5” man in Vanceburg KY with no picture….
Take "Oh Canada" for instance. As a HUGE hockey fan, I have seen my fair share of games against Canadian opponents. Especially at Cornell, where we always played East Saskatchewan Community College Sacrificial Lambs as our first game of the season. Plus countless NHL and AHL games against Canadian teams. Hell my best guy friend, The Canuck, is obviously Canadian. So how come I thought the song went “Oh Canada, we stand on God for thee”? I couldn’t figure out why people would or how they even could stand on God. Took me till the middle of this AHL season to figure out “God” was actually “guard”. Which makes so much more sense.
Even the title of the song – “Oh Canada”. Or is it “O’ Canada”? The first spelling makes me think that some Brit was tasked to write a national anthem and was like “Eh. Canada. How dull.” And “you want me to write a song for who? Oh, Canada? Hey, that is a pretty good title.”
The second version, of “O’ Canada” seems like it is missing a subject. As if something is chock full of Canada. But we don’t know what that something is. England is chock full o’ Canada? Eskimos are chock full o’ Canada? Canadians are chock full o’ Canada?
Yes, these are the questions that keep me up at night.
Another topic keeping me up at night is my most recent decision to join match.com. Encouraged by Joan and her lacrosse boy, The Canuck and his Britney, and my suburban friends who are about to be parents, I finally bit the bullet and joined this past weekend. I think my profile is pretty right on, the photos aren’t too horrendous, and I should be good to go. So why am I so nervous?
I am torn between things happening too quickly and not quickly enough. For example, Monday morning, after having been on match for less than 24 hours or so, I got an email from a guy asking to meet for drinks that night! Which of course I was not at all prepared for. We are going out on Friday. Eek.
But then, I bit the bullet and emailed a guy I thought was funny. And yet, I haven’t heard a peep from him (or anyone else) yet. How can this service be so great and frustrating at the same time? Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on the progress, or lack thereof, as the situation changes. I figure at the very least I’ll get some good material for the blog. Especially about the only ‘wink’ I have received thus far is from a 44 year old 5’ 5” man in Vanceburg KY with no picture….
posted by carrie at 11:09 AM
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