lunes, febrero 12, 2007

Frosty the Snowman

Not entirely a fair title but very indicitive. This isn't about frost, snow, christmas or anything like that, no, it's about stupid crappy tunes that get stuck in my head. This morning I woke up and BOOM - Frosty the bloody snowman is ricocheting around my head like a pinball on speed. Why is it never a decent tune that gets imprinted - the tune I have to put up with all day? I could live with 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' or 'Harvester of Sorrow'. Anything except the fooking snowman song.

My muppet-3 is doing it's best to help out. Blasting - Limp Bizkit, Korn, Audioslave and Megadeth into my ears so far this morning but no chance of shifting freaky Frosty from my head. I really hate it when this happens - except when it's funny. I know my brain isn't wired like the majority of the population and most people would not find it amusing to be humming along to my mental jukeboxex selections. For example being at a funeral and hearing S-Club 7 singing "Don't stop moving now, gotta keep grooving now". Or at a wedding and hearing The Doors "This is the end, beautiful friend the end" *chuckles to himself*

Invariably though, it is the pits of humanity type drivel that gets stuck within my head. Avril Lavigne "He's just a skater boy, see you later boy" - piss off and get a man not a boy you whingeing bint, then you'd have something better to sing about. Elton John "La la la la la la la la la la la" or something, from Crocodile Rock. SHUT UP - leave me alone GRRRRRRRR. But, even recalling these shite-buster songs doesn't help because there, lurking in the background is Frosty the frigging snowman.

I need some sort of mental heatwave to melt the bastard. Perhaps if I start humming Bob Marley tunes and pretending I'm in Jamaica on de beach with a nice reefer. Nope - "No snowman no cry".......god damnit Janet. "I shot the snowman" GRrr *drops to his knees pounding his head*.

I suppose the only way to displace this oversized snowball from my head is to think of something even more twatty. Your suggestions would be most welcome. PLEASE

*wanders off humming the snowman song*

28 comentarios:

Teeny dijo...

This won't help you but I woke up yesterday morning with that song from Oliver the musical in my head:

#Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see!#

What made it worse was that I could only remember those two lines so I spent most of the day going:

'Dum de dum, de dum de dum dum'

I mean honestly, I've not seen that film for YEARS. Where did that even come from?!?! I was still singing it at 10pm last night.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Exactly what I mean. February, there is no snow and I'm humming Frosty the bloody snowman. The worst part is I can't even remember one line of it GRRRRRR

Tippler dijo...

...was a tum-ti-tum-ti soul, with a corn-cob pipe and a button nose - and two eyes made out of coal...

Then a bit later - middle eight, or summat:

There must have been some magic in that tum-ti hat they found

Cos when they placed it on his head he began to dance around...

Oh, Frosty the snowman was a fairytale they say

Tum-ti-tum-ti-tum and the kids all know how he came to life that day...

Or something. Ti tum ta tum.

Tum. I thank you.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Now why did I just know that T-Meister would know the lyrics to Frosty the Chuffing Snowman ???

Shaz dijo...

Oh, you've reminded me of the snowman story where my partner (who is visually impaired & from NZ) made his first snowman. . . . leaves with a grin to consider posting the whole story (chuckle, chickle)

SpanishGoth dijo...

Now, that you HAVE to post. Not because partner is visually impaired but because I'm curious to know how you are going to crow-bar the fact that he's from NZ in???

What did he do? Make a snow hobbit or something?

Shaz dijo...

He's from the North Island so didn't see much snow as a kid & gets really silly when it snows heavy here!!! I posted the story (I'm so cruel) but he loves me (I think!!!)

SpanishGoth dijo...

Hooray - the girl done managed it. Thanks to Shaz for ridding me of my on-going nightmare by posting The Real Frosty the Snowman story.

Check it out - it's a blast

zoe dijo...

there's always "how much is that doggie in the window - woof woof ..." to annoy you. works each time on me ... ooooh NO.

Drama Queen dijo...

Thank you, thank you, thank you. . .

First it was the snowman song and now Teeny has me stuck on bloody Oliver.

Some things, Goth, are truly better left unsaid. . .

ps are you and the butterfly going on Thurs?

Drama Queen dijo...

p.s I prefered the link that said I was a women in need of love and cherishing :-(

SpanishGoth dijo...

Hey Z -> is that the one with the waggly thingy?

DQ -> I should be there Thu but don't know if I will be accompanied yet. I've asked her but it's her decision. She's not big on pubs.

Regarding the liknk, all will become apparent very soon my love just need to get around to putting a slight frig into blog.

As for the tune, I am now safely wandering round with the Monty Python theme tune in my head *raises arms like a conductor* "all together now" A Rum te diddly dum te dum a rum te dum te dum

*fades back into the shadows*

SpanishGoth dijo...

LINK not liknk (looks bloody Flemish - all those extra j's and k's.)

First time I read Het Laatste Nieuws (Flemish newspaper) I thought someone had dropped a can of alphabet spaghetti on it

Shaz dijo...

On the blue ridged mountains of virginia . . . dubby do dubby do do do

SpanishGoth dijo...

AH - but can you do the really high pitched bit like when Stan has been bonked on the head? :-)

Tippler dijo...

"First time I read Het Laatste Nieuws..."

Looked at the pix, more like.

And by the way, my band once did a 'rocked-up punk' version of Frosty at a Christmas bash.

I read the words from a songsheet as we only rehearsed it once, natch.

Apparently it was rather splendid, but I think this was more down to us all wearing carrot-noses, Dr Who scarves and battered top hats than any particular musical genius.

Being pissed probably helped, too.

And it was so hot at the gig that - wait for it - we melted.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Ik kan Vlaams lezen als ik Duitser kan spreken. Kan hem niet begrijpen wanneer iemand in Vlaams prat.

Like the image of your outfit though. Perhaps you could wearing to Lynx and Minky's wedding?

Shaz dijo...

Only when sledge hammered with Slow Gin

Shaz dijo...

Only when sledge hammered with Slow Gin

Going Through a Tough Time dijo...

I apologise for the unleashing of my psychic powers! I believe the song may have left your head around about the time it started to rain here and said snowman melted (actually they were snowladies as instructed by my daughter so maybe i'm off the hook)

You Sick Bastard! dijo...

Think of your favorite disney character going postal at a theme park. I usually think of the disney character's theme music as something from Bjork to make it extra disturbing. That should rid the snowman demon from your head or give you nightmares. You'll never want look at Mickey the same way again.

Tippler dijo...

Well apparently Lynx doesn't exist, so the wedding's off.

I made the cat up, according to Cheeky Minky.

Dunno how he drank that pint of lager though... Neat trick.

Apparently I have a figment of my imagination who drinks lager, eats burgers at Fat Lad's and, completely off the map this one, supports West Ham.

One of us needs therapy, obviously...

SpanishGoth dijo...

Hmm - Interesting theory YSB have to give this some thought. Have to be Tigger but doing the Prodigy - "bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy FIRESTARTER!!!" tx for the link btw.

T -> wow, that makes two of us seeing things. Perhaps we should join hallucinations anonymous?!

G -> Like the idea of snowladies..... ;-)

Teeny dijo...

BWAH HA HA HA!!

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as a elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me!

Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.
Oh, what a beautiful day!

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

I'm sorry I'm going to top that.



(Deep breath)

Oooooooooooooooooh .....




Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong tiddle eye po
Ying tong tiddle eye po
Ying tong tiddle eye po
Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong tiddle eye po
Ying tong tiddle eye po
Tiddle eye po
Tiddle eye poooooo.



Ay thang yow.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Wow - Daffers turns into Bluebottle - ah, he'd pallen in de water.

I suppose all that mixing with snobs got you into the Goons?

Teeny -> I would just hate to see your record collection. Who's that? Howard Keel?

Teeny dijo...

Yes I think it was Howard Keel who sang it in Oklahoma. But I don't have it in my collection so I had to rely on Google.

I prefer Doris Day...

#sings#
'Take me back to black hills, the black hills of Dakotaaaa!'

Must. Stop. Singing. Show. Tunes. Dammit.

SpanishGoth dijo...

"If I was a rich man, diddy, diddy, diddy, diddy, diddy, diddy dum, all day long I'd diddy diddy dum, if I was a wealthy man"

hee hee *throws that into the ether*