One Three Pretty

Seeing as Marco started on the subject of Mondegreens I thought I'd share one of my own. See the thing about mondegreens is once you've misheard a lyric you always construct a narrative in which the completely illogical version makes complete sense. I somehow, misguidedly I admit, convinced myself that Lovecats by The Cure was all about a call-girl based on the fact that I thought that Robert Smith was belting out the phone number to ring for love...

...One Three One Three One Three One Three Pretty

Oh you know I'd do anything for you... 

As soon as it was suggested to me that perhaps it was instead "Wonderfully Pretty" I had to concede that it might make sense. Well, I didn't concede as much as try to fight to death because I thought I was right and everyone else was wrong. Have a listen and see if you can hear what I'm on about... 

...Still at least it's not as bad as my mother who was convinced that "I believe in miracles, you sexy thing" was "I believe in milkos".... you know, the little white chewy lollies. Hmm. 

The AntsR

The universe directly balanced Polo’s nice work day with mine being several kinds of unfortunate. I managed to exit one work location early, on the grounds of being ill and fairly useless, only to pass another personal work hotspot to see the man I am forever karmically indebted to swamped with customers.  I jumped in, worked hard for a few hours, received some free though somewhat odd tasting bread and accidently accrued more karmic debt to this super Samaritan by accepting an offer to have a rope ladder made on my behalf.

The point of this post, before I suddenly discovered a whole vault of angst that needed exercising, was to start sharing my mondegreens. 

 Lyrics I’ve misheard and wrongly sung at people often enough to eventually have be corrected and be made aware of my adaptation. This month I’ll start on a favourite one I’ve always struggled to relinquish; “ants are my friends, they’re blowing in the wind. The ants are blowing in the wind...”