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There are mondegreens, and then there mondegowans. This one of my all-time favourite tunes from The Pogues:



This is how I thought the chorus went )
This is what they're apparently singing )
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Brother, have you got a smoke
Or, baby, have you got a dime?
Seems like we're all
Just a little down on our luck.

Baby, if you're workin' now
Out in Bakersfield
At some honky-tonk
They call "The Wagon Wheel"
I was managing my LJ tags the other day and came to the sobering realisation that I've used "rant" about three times for every two I've used "strolls". So tonight I went for a walk. Not a particularly ambitious or interesting one, just to the end of the street to pick up antacids and then back the long way. It was even a bit longer since a half block before I came to my corner, Camper Van Beethoven's "Come On Darkness" came on my iPod (my favourite stanza is quoted above) so I walked around the block in order to keep listening to it.

My iPod is a monument to nostalgia. I haven't updated it since before we moved house two years ago, and even before then I'd been buying so little new music that most of the songs--like this one--were about twenty years old. Case in point: the first song that played when I left the house, "Perfumed Lies" by The Judybats. Two weeks ago, I'd actually dug through a couple of boxes searching for the CD so I could play this.
It was nothing at all
The time we shared
And still somehow
I've never felt so alone
I needed the TUMS, I needed the exercise, but even more I needed a break. The personal e-mail account I've had for ten years almost to the day is expiring at the end of the month. And it's not POP-enabled (why didn't I think to look for such things back then?) so the only way to save any of the e-mails is to forward them individually. So I've just completed looking through over 2700 and weeding out the ones I think I may actually want to read again.

We've all done this, I reckon, so I don't think I need to describe how emotional it is to sift through a decade of your life and ponder all the personal connexions made and lost, all the times your friends delighted or disappointed you in ways you never could've imagined, all the mistakes you made and lessons you learned. Am I really any better at any of this shit now than I was back then? I confessed to [livejournal.com profile] monshu a couple weeks back that I didn't think so, but perhaps I was only feeling sorry for myself. Scratch that--I know I was feeling sorry for myself. But that doesn't mean what I said was false.
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Au dessus des vieux volcans,
Glisse des ailes sous les tapis du vent,
Voyage, voyage,
Eternellement.
De nuages en marécages,
De vent d'Espagne en pluie d'Équateur,
Voyage, voyage,
Vole dans les hauteurs
Au dessus des capitales,
Des idées fatales,
Regarde l'océan...

Voyage, voyage
Plus loin que la nuit et le jour, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Dans l'espace inouï de l'amour.
Voyage, voyage
Sur l'eau sacrée d'un fleuve indien, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Et jamais ne revient.

Sur le Gange ou l'Amazone,
Chez les blacks, chez les sikhs, chez les jaunes,
Voyage, voyage
Dans tout le royaume.
Sur les dunes du Sahara,
Des îles Fidji au Fujiyama,
Voyage, voyage,
Ne t'arrètes pas.
Au dessus des barbelés,
Des coeurs bombardés,
Regarde l'océan.

Voyage, voyage
Plus loin que la nuit et le jour, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Dans l'espace inouï de l'amour.
Voyage, voyage
Sur l'eau sacrée d'un fleuve indien, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Et jamais ne revient.

Au dessus des capitales,
Des idées fatales,
Regarde l'océan.

Voyage, voyage
Plus loin que la nuit et le jour, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Dans l'espace inouï de l'amour.
Voyage, voyage
Sur l'eau sacrée d'un fleuve indien, (voyage voyage)
Voyage (voyage)
Et jamais ne revient
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Here's my late-night, half-awake attempt to make sense of the lyrics in this WTF video ganked from [livejournal.com profile] itchwoot. [Warning: Do not follow the link unless you've a burning desire to see what it might look like if Statler and Waldorf started a Eurodance band. In Bratislava.]

nekecá, nekecá "he gets on with it"
když říká má "when he says he has"
to má "he has it"/"there is"
to má "he has it"/"there is"
hmm, tak ať se přizná "no matter what is confessed"
co že to má "what but there is"

Ahoj, ahoj, ahoj, ahoj "Hi, hi, hi, hi"
co to vidí "what does he see"
že zase slídí "but again he prowls"
ahoj, ahoj, ahoj, ahoj, zase... "hi, hi, hi, hi, again"
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Éiriú as friotaíocht in aghaidh cur slán.
Mo charr a thiomáint san fharraige.
Is dóigh libh mé caillte
Ach mé ag seoladh uaibh

Ar thonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn, tonn.

Do phógas murúcha, mharcaíos El Niño.
Shiúileas gaineamh i dteannta sliogánach.
D'fhéadfainn dul go Máiriana

Ar thonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn ciorraitheoireachta
Tonn, tonn.
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That last post reminded me of that most beloved of Irish folk tunes. Sing a chorus with me, won't you?
Hó ró, hó ró! sult is greann is ceol!
Hó ró, hó ró! sult is greann is ceol!
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá
Sult is greann is ceol
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá!
(Complete lyrics available on this useful site.) If you have a little trouble remembering how the tune goes, here's a concert version from The Chieftains to jog your memory. (Just do your best to ignore the singer. I don't know where they got him, but his Irish pronunciation is terrible!)

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The bad weather and the prophylactic zinc horse pill I took are combining to make me feel a little bit oogie, so when heading out for lunch, I told myself I'd get something mild. Then Mr Brick Shithouse spies me and says "¿Quieres jambalaya?" Every rational cell in my cerebrum told me that was a Bad Idea, but how could I tell him no? Besides, he sang for me! Right there, while dishing me up! As near as I could tell, it was Los Felinos' banda cover version of Hank Williams' "Jambalaya on the Bayou". When the heartburn starts, I'll just sing "Quiero estar muy feliz a tu lado" to myself until I feel a very different sort of warmth spread through me.
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Ond pan ddaw diwedd y byd
Dw i eisiau bod efo ti
A phan ddaw'r byd i ben
(Dw i eisiau bod efo ti)
A phan ddaw'r dilyw mawr
Dwisho bod hefo ti
A phan ddaw'r awyr i lawr
(Dw i eisiau bod efo ti)
A drwy afonydd o dan cawn nofio
A phan ddaw'r byd i ben

Translation )
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Three days of rain outside and anxiety at work is doing nothing for my bad mood. Let's try a poll!

What are your favourite songs with lyrics either partially or entirely in French?

My picks, hidden so as not to prejudice anyone )
Update: I almost said "favourite pop songs" but then decided to leave out the qualifier. And I'm glad I did, because I'm really enjoying everyone's classy choices. But don't be intimidated; as [livejournal.com profile] bunj's answer shows, even execrable American hipster "French" qualifies!
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WARNING: Very rough translation follows.

Günahın Boynuma

Gel günahın boynuma gel (Come to my neck of shame, come)
Dur birazcık bir ara ver (Do stay for a little bit)
Hasretin canımı tüketti (Longing consumed my soul)
Bari bir gün sohbete gel (Come chat for at least one day)

Mumları yaktım bir ümit önce (I burned the candles / A hope at first)
Aynaya baktım sürdüm kokular (I gazed in the mirror / I spread the scents)
Bir çizik attım kara kaplıya vah (I added one line / Woe to the black cover)
Vah yine bana kısmet yeni acılar (Oh, again fate is bitter to me)

Yâr sevdamı sürüyüp gidiyor (Darling is taking my love and going)
Dağlara deryalara (To the mountains, to the seas)
Hem hürriyet hem de aşk istiyor (He wants both freedom and love)
Vay bana vaylar bana (Woe to me, woes to me!)

Yâr gücünü ben de deniyor (Darling barely calls me)
Gül yüzleri yabana (Smile wildly on the faces)
Hem kolay hem de çok zor (Simple and yet very difficult)
Vay bana vaylar bana (Woe to me, woes to me!)
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Speaking of Sertab Erener lyrics, my quest for them still continues. [livejournal.com profile] febrile knows just how to drive me crazy: Burn me a CD of foreign songs without titles. I spent hours last night listening to the tracks and trying to pick out large enough crumbs to drop into Google. My first success:
Aşk ('Love') )
It's a rare song where she uses small words and speaks slowly. (And, incidentally, puts almost every noun in the ablative.) The others will not so easily fall before my scythe!

Woo! On a roll now!
Zor kadın ('Difficult Woman') )

Utanma ('Don't Be Shy') )
Kumsalda ('On the beach') )
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Last night after class, Mozhu (who, despite the Chinese name, is actually Russian) and I were sitting in Phở 777 discussing linguistics over the blare of shimmery disco. All at once, she looked up and we exchanged the are-you-hearing-what-I'm-hearing look?
Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead.
It wasn't a dream, it was a Boney M song (which says nothing to me, but it may to you hip kids)--and thanks to the length of our visit and shortness of the tape, we got to hear it twice more. Remember, this is the place where I heard the trilingual "Feliz Navidad" at holiday time. AFAIK, their slogan isn't:
Come for the phở--stay for the music!
but sometimes I think it should be.
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De helje Sinte Märte,
dot wor ne jode Maan,
de jiv de Kinnere Keerze
und zündt se selve an,
butz, butz, vidibutz,
dot wor ne jode Maan!
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傲氣面對萬重浪 熱血像那紅日光
ngouh hei mihn deui maahn chùhng/chúhng lohng -- yiht hyut jeuhng náh hùhng yaht gwōng
膽似鐵打  骨如精鋼
dáam chíh tit dā/dá -- gwāt yùh jīng gōng
胸襟百千丈 眼光萬里長
hūng kām baak chīn jeuhng -- ngáahn gwōng maahn léih chèuhng
我奮發圖強 做好漢
ngóh fáhn faat tòuh kèuhng/kéuhng -- jouh hóu hon
做個好漢子 每天要自強
jouh go hóu hon jí -- múih tīn yīu/yiu jih kèuhng/kéuhng
熱血男兒漢 比太陽更光
yiht hyut nàahm yìh hon -- béi taai yèuhng gāng/gang gwōng

讓海天為我聚能量
yeuhng hói tīn wàih/waih ngóh jeuih nàhng lèuhng/leuhng
去開天闢地 為我理想去闖
heui hōi tīn pīk deih wàih/waih ngóh léi séung heui chóng/chong
看碧波高壯 又看碧空廣闊浩氣揚
hōn/hon bīk bō gōu jong yauh hōn/hon bīk hūng gwóng fut hóu hei yèuhng
我是男兒當自強
ngóh sih nàahm yìh dēung jih kèuhng/kéuhng

昂步挺胸大家做棟樑 做好漢
ngòhng bouh tí(h)ng hūng daaih gā jouh dung lèuhng -- jouh hóu hon
用我百點熱 耀出千分光
yuhng ngóh baak dím yiht -- yiuh chēut chīn fahn gwōng
做個好漢子 熱血熱腸熱
jouh go hóu hon jí -- yiht hyut yiht chèuhng yiht
比太陽更光
béi taai yèuhng gāng/gang gwōng

做個好漢子 熱血熱腸熱
jouh go hóu hon3 jí -- yiht hyut yiht chèuhng yiht
比太陽更光
béi taai yèuhng gāng/gang gwōng
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Satanic Christmas carol meme courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] bitterlawngnome: "[T]ake the standard lyrics and develop an interpretation of them that proves they are satanic in nature."

I was going to apply this to "Winter Wonderland", which I think is ripe territory (not only to the construct a homunculus in a dreadful parody of the sacred creation of Adam, but they declare him a priest serving their evil chthonic deity!), but I got all distracted when I searched for lyrics and found a version with the line:
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman until the alligators knock him down
Alligators??? WTFF? Is this a bowdlerisation on the part of those who don't want to remind young carolers that there are mean kids who like to mess up your stuff? I can't imagine that the original lyrics were that bizarre.
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Martin, Martin, Martin ist ein frommer Mann.
Zündet ihm die Lichter an,
daß er´s droben sehen kann,
der viel Gutes hat getan.

Martin, Martin, Martin ist ein lieber Mann.
Stimmet ihm die Lieder an,
daß er´s droben hören kann,
der viel Gutes hat getan.
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Last night, at Nuphy's bedside, I wished I had found time to learn the lyrics to the shanty "Sloop John B". He introduced me to the Beach Boys' version of it when we were together and I've loved it ever since. Such a lovely song, so melancholy, the narrative only half-comprehensible, the harmonies perfect. I wanted to have it handy in case he grew restless and I needed to sing him another lullaby. The last time I did that, I chose a melancholy German song from one of the CDs [livejournal.com profile] nibadi burned for me.

I can't sing well, but, without Nuphy's patient instruction, I wouldn't be able to carry a tune at all. Music is very important to him and he has a wonderful sense of pitch. As soon as we could, we got permission to bring a CD player to his room. (When the Swiss Miss heard this, he said, "You've got to play Janáček's Symphonietta. It's his favourite. He always said that it's so full of life.") Last night, Vivaldi came on the radio and Rubeus tried to get a rise out of him by misidentifying it as Brahms. I said something derisive about "typewriter music", not expecting a response, but Nuphy raised his right arm, extended his finger, and began waving it like a baton in time to the Four Seasons.

In any case, if it goes over well, I may start relearning the words to Suo Gân for the next time.
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In her her journal entry today, [livejournal.com profile] magdalene put out a call for "mondegreens". I've already posted a couple in response and two more just occurred to me over second lunch. Rather than continuing to burden her journal, I thought I'd post them here.

Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain Again"

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a
newt in motion.

Talking Heads "Psycho-Killer"

I could never figure out the French part. Here's what I always sing:

Sic can I be sesquoila
Sic je ma vie sesquoila
Rayo dissant Monespa
Gerbil lancers belle est quoi---o-o-okay!


A friend told me the last line is actually "Je me lance vers le feu." Whatever!
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Vor der Nibadi diesmal über den grossen Teich geflogen ist hat er mir eine Menge CDs gebrannt. Manche sind von (mir) neuren Bands, wie Travis und Hooverphonic, manche neure Alben von bekannten, wie Coldplay und Madonna. Wie ich dem Monshu gesagt hab, "Ich verlasse mich auf einem Deutschen von mittlerem Alter, damit meine Musikkenntis auf dem neusten Stand gebracht wird. Wie traurig ist das denn?"

Aber was sicher am traurigsten ist: Mein Lieblings-CD aus dem Häufchen ist eine Sammlung alte deutschen Poplieder. Bei einigen ist der Grund, wofür die mich ansprechen, ganz klar: Sie weisen die kitschigen Tongeneratorklänge auf, die mich an meine unbekümmerte Jugend erinnern. Andere Neigungen finde ich schwieriger zu erklären, wie der Reiz einer deutschen Version von "Nights in White Satin" oder dieses melancholischen Lied:

'Wenn der Morgen graut' von Element of Crime )

Als ich das zuerst genau gehorcht hab (bei der Arbeit kurz nach die Lage vom David sich unerwartet verschlimmert hat), hab ich fast geweint. Nun sing ich den Kehrreim fast jeden Tag vor. Einmal für mich, einmal für dich.
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(Ein unfertiges Erzeugnis; ich forde Korrekturen an!)

So a Schreck! Wej iz mir!
O Mein Gott, was seh ich hier?
Isses wahr, kannes sein
Steht da doch ein Bär allein?
Wixiwich, Warum nich'
Sexifich, Setze mich
Dicht an Dich?

Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Ich vernarr mich in Dir sehr
deboni debona debonär
Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Rück' Dich noch a Stückle näh'r
Damit ich Dir ins Auge seh'!

Kommando, Kommentar
"Was hast Du für schöne Haar!"
Hammaho hammafest
"Wie lang Du sie wachsen lässt?"
Und da wir uns gut verstehn
Kann man manches übersehn

Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Ich vernarr mich in Dir sehr
deboni debona debonär
Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Rück' Dich noch a Stückle näh'r
Damit ich Dir ins Auge seh'!

Vor Ideen magst Du sprühn--
Ach! Ihr Farb ist ultraGrün!
Verwunder und erstaun
Ungerecht! Er jagt die Fraun!
Meinetwegen! Dem Zeug zum Trotz!
Noch ein Sexprotz!

Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Ich vernarr mich in Dir sehr
deboni debona debonär
Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Rück' Dich noch a Stückle näh'r
Damit ich Dir ins Auge seh'!

Mir ist heiss und ich schmelz--
Unter'm Hemd, da wirbelt Pelz!
Pathos hin, Pathos her
Nur ein Haltestelle mehr
Wir sagen uns "Bis dann!"
Und wir meinen: Irgendwann

Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Ich vernarr mich in Dir sehr
deboni debona debonär
Mach mich an, schöner Bär!
Rück' Dich noch a Stückle näh'r
Damit ich Dir ins Auge seh'!
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