Words are hard for some people.
And sometimes you sing a song one way for so long, that the right way just sounds wrong.
Take the incinerator song, for instance. I’ve been singing about the incinerator since high school.
No, it didn’t make much sense, but I kind of brushed it off as “those creative types who write weird lyrics that I don’t understand.” It wasn’t until recently (with in the past few years) that I realized that “incinerator” was actually “Cinderella.”
I still like my version better.
When you add into the equation the fact that I don’t buy CDs anymore (and therefore don’t read/memorize the lyrics in the jacket), it’s pretty much a guarantee that I’m singing something wrong at any given time.
Sometimes it’s more fun that way.
And sometimes, you can be singing something right the whole time, but as soon as you hear someone else’s version, you can’t get it out of your head.
In high school, my brother and I worked at the same market and therefore were privy to the same continuous loop of “classic soft rock.” On one particularly long day, he heard me singing along to the classic “What’s Love Got To Do With It.” And as I sang the chorus he looked at me in confusion.
“Why did you sing, ‘secondhand emotion’?“
“Because that’s how the song goes.“
“Oh. That’s not at all what I thought it was.“
“What did you think?“
“I thought she was saying, ‘what’s love, but a sexy man in motion…,’ and I thought, I guess that makes sense for her.“
When you think about it, he has a point.
And now I can’t hear the song any other way.