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I don't know the name of it, but it's by C+C Music Factory, and it's the one where the lady scream/sings "Everybody dance now!"

That song's been in my head since, like, eighth grade.

Brandy, you're a fine girl. Hope you like it.

I think I'm one of the only people on the planet who hates "Hey Ya" but at least once a day, there it is...

And let's not forget the times you catch yourself singing, "You make me feeel... You make me feeel like a natural wom...what? No, shit! Wait! I didn't mean that..."

Posts like this spread earworms. Quarantine! I call for quaran.....oh, too late.

There's this Nana Mouskouri song from high school French class, it pops up now and then. I doubt any of you have ever had Nana singing "Le tournesol...le tournesol...n'a pas besoin...d'une boussole...." repeatedly in your head.

It's bad. Real bad.

- cause boogie nights are always the best in town!

Mine is a tie:

The Turtles with "Chief Kamanawanalea & His Royal Macadamia Nuts."

and the Banana Splits with "Tra La La".

Not that I really mind having them stuck there in my head. It's kinda cozy.

*One banana,two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.*

Damn you, jonmc...

I have a friend who always...always has the same earworm, and she loves to pass it on.

(Don't read this) "The Hustle".

Doo da doo da doo da da doo doo...

While we're on the subject of music:

Do any of the techier monkeys know away that I can capture streaming .rm files (like the ones on the Banana Splits page I linked) and convert them to mp3's I can save to my hard drive?

An easy (as in idiot-proof) and free method would be best. Thanks.

Wow, Commish - on Monday I turned in my weekly column for the music paper and it's the first of a series on ear-worms, precisely! Here's EBK's legendary thread.

Me, I'm too exhausted by making lists and writing about them to repeat myself here - but thanks for the ideas! ;)

Ladies and gentlemen, Big Audio Dynamite:

Come on dim the lights
It's party time
Switch on the strobe

Do what you like
Gonna have a ball tonight
Let's have a ball
Down at the Globe

Come on dim the lights
Switch on the strobe
We're gonna have a ball tonight
Down at the Globe

There's not much worse than a mid-eighties Amy Grant or Sandi Patti song stuck in your head...

"Angels watching over meeeeee....."

This morning, I was stuck with "Walking in Memphis." Particularly the part that goes:

"There's a pretty little thing/
Waiting for the king/
Down in the Jungle Room."

Incidentally, once, while I was on a tour of Graceland, I found a toenail clipping in the Jungle room. I kept it with hopes of one day bringing Elvis back, but with my luck we'd just end up with a clone of either Red or Sonny.

I still have the toenail, by the way. It's from a big toe.

Or a freakishly large pinky toe.

"DOWN IN THE JUNGLE ROOM!!!"

If you ate that toenail, you could grow an Elvis in your belly.

At least your earworms are all from music that was (apparently) designed for adults. Having The Wiggles singing their praise for fruit salad is truly an experience rating right up there with having your ears pulled off.

Then again, that song "Push it to the Limit" on the soundtrack that kafka liked so much is pretty damned bad too.

'It's not unusual to see me crying' because I can't make it stop!

Won’t be much help in this thread as I wish I could have some familiar/home tunes stuck in my mind. For the last 10 years my "in earshot" listening choices have ceased and been hijacked. Only time I have a choice, I’m a paying concert goer which is rare these days. For the last couple of years this radio station TheWolf current play list has been it...damn work office. The worse part of it, it’s usually on my days off that I wake up to them stuck in my head: I Love This Bar-Toby Keith.

Oh man!

The Heat Is On!

my work here is done.

Mooooom! kaf's playing dirty!!!

Hmmm....

I don't want no scrubs
that is a guy that gets no time from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me

*laughs maniacally, dons headphones*

SHE BANG SHE BANG

Lately:

"From the passenger seat as you are driving me home

Then looking upward I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home

'Do they collide?'
I ask
and you smile

With my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter"

from "Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Your Mama.

I think that whole satellites/shooting stars thing may have successfully passed into the realm of cliché.

Billy Bragg:

"I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
I wish, I wish, I wish you cared."

fuckersfuckersfuckers!!!

I had to think about what the whole satellite/shooting star thing made me think of, and it wound up being:

waiting for a star to fall
and carry your heart into my arms
that's where you belong
in my arms baby, yeah

fuckerfuckersfuckers!!!

Oh, thank god. I can finally pass this one along --

I was at the video store earlier this week and they were playing Mary Poppins while I browsed. I've had "Chim Chim Cher-ee" stuck in my head ever since.

Make it stop!!!

Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?

That line cracks me up everytime. In the original version his voice is so warbly and strained that it just sounds goofy. Charming. But goofy.

Hee hee!

I know jon will probably cut me off, because he's warned me about dissing Cheap Trick before, but the most dangerous, noxious earworm in existence, a life-ruiner and a dance-embarrasser, a cancerous parasite lodged in (and feeding off and reproducing itself in) our innermost wax, has to be... Well, let me just hum it for you:

Didn't I didn't I didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feeling all alone without a friend you know you feel like dyin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me...

AAAARGH!

If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...

You've been Creeded. You're welcome.

Oh, and jonmc -- a quick search yields this guide to converting real-audio to mp3, along with some political commentary. Good luck.

Damnit, who let the Creeder in here?

I always feel a little wierd about anything TV-related. Especially the Flintstones theme, and either "Rock Me Dr. Zaius" or that "New Orleans/ Home of pirates, drunks and whores!/ New Orleans/ Tacky overpriced souvenir stores" song from the Simpsons.

Earworms? Earworms, you say??

I'm walkin' on suuuunshiiiiiiine, whoooaaaa-oooo!
I'm walkin' on suuuunshiiiiiiine, whoooaaaa-oooo!
It's time to feel GOOD! Hey! Aw, yeah now!
It's time to feel GOOD!

Gnaw on that, ya buncha booger-eaters.

I'm back! What'd I miss?

Another one:

Shake meeeee, alllllll night! she said
Shake meeeee, shake it don’t break it baby
Shake meeeee, alllllll night, she said
Alllllll niiiiight long!
All night long baby!

The lovely and talented Cinderella, ladies and gentlemen.

When I dance they call me macarena
and the boys they say that I´m buena
they all want me, they can´t have me
So they all come and dance beside me
move with me jam with me
and if your good i take you home with me
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena
Que tuhuelce paralla legria cosabuena
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena Eeeh, macarena

By some cruel twist of fate, a bad radio station choice yesterday has that Dolly Parton Song with the phrases, "zippity do dah" and "I'm the happiest girl in the whole, wide world" crammed into my brain. I don't even want to go searching for the rest of the lyrics.

I'm pretty sure I win.

Wake me up before you go-go posting threads about earworms, would ya?

Yo, I'll tell you what I want,what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ah

Hey Miglet, check it out: you're no longer number 1.

d'oh: number 1. Stupid tabbed browsing...

It wasn't easy, ufez; it wasn't easy!

The WORSE ear-worm in the universe (shield your eyes now If you're justifiably afraid):

The "Love Boat" theme.

AAAAARGH!

the chicken dance song...

because everyone knows that the Hokey Pokey is what it's all about.

This is the song that doesn't end
Yes it goes on and on my friend
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
And they'll continue singing it forever just because...

This is the song that doesn't end
Yes it go....

sex sleep eat drink dreamprimal tribal aplle egg vegetable eel
i have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel

private velvet animal oldsmobile mind
i'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time

private velvet animal empty t.v.
they're fishing in the kitchen
but they haven't caught up to me

primal tribal chemical digital night
i've got to get dressed to go out of my mind

sex sleep eat drink dream

For Miguel, and because, for some odd reason, it's in the Rhino Punk box set that my wife got me:

"Don't we all want the same thing?
Don't we?
Well who said anything about love?
'No, not love,' she said. 'Don't you know that it's different for girls? Your all the same.'"

One great thing about that Rhino box set, btw, is that it has unseated the whatever inferior version of "Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?)" by the Buzzcocks.

"Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love in love with someone
Ever fallen in love in love with someone
You shoultn't've fallen in love with?"
-repeat ad inifinitum

One great thing about that Rhino box set, btw, is that it has unseated the whatever inferior version of "Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?)" by the Buzzcocks.

Is that in English?

What I mean to say is that it has unseated whatever inferior version of that song that has been in my head for years and rightfully reclaimed it's place.

or something

It's all in the intonation.

Or so Pete Shelley told me, as we were circumcising weasels in Hyde Park on fine afternoon.

...and British weasel butt-sex has never quite been the same.

Poor little bastards.

Singing to the boy has filled me with new earworms. The most insidious seems to be:

Why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?
Just like me they long to be
close to you

Why do stars fall down from the sky
every time you walk by?
Just like me they long to be
close to you....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Unfortunately, it seems to calm him right down, so I may be singing this infernal Carpenter's song for the rest of my life.

No, it will be replaced by such Sesame Street groaners as [cue Cookie Monster voice]
Me going to get me fur cut,
Then me going to look so nice!
Me look in mirror, and me see
A handsome monster - oh, it me!

No lyrics in the songs I sing to the nipper, just chuffed-breath approximations of what seem to be circus music or Sousa marches or something.

Yes, I know that's fucking weird, but it puts him to sleep and that's all that matters, right?

There are several books I read to my kids so often that I still know them by heart. I am sure I am the only person of my acquaintance who can recite "Madeleine" from start to finish.

I had a bonding moment with another mom once who, in adult conversation, said "I do! I like that party hat!" - a quote from that literary masterwork, Go Dogs, Go.

Sad but true.

If the new moms and dads would oblige me by trying this to see if it works for them as well... put on Nirvana's 'Nevermind' album and rock the little critter back and forth in time (singing along softly optional). In my experience with various borrowed babes, it puts them under in less than two tracks, even if they are screeming purple(because they miss mommy, not because I dropped them on the stove while trying to light a cigarette off the element). God bless K.C.

oi'm 'enery the EIGHTH I am
'enry the eighth I am I am
oi'm marrying the gull next doh
She's been marrid seven times befoh
And every one was an 'enery (Henery!)
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henery
Henery the eighth, I am
Second verse, same as the first!

Those guys were geniuses. GENIUSES!

Oh, EBK, I sang Ever Fallen In Love at karaoke on Monday. I'm pretty good live and all, but from me to you, Pete Shelley and his buttweasels have nothing to worry about.

Songs you hear that remind you of a time or place; It never failed on my commute back home from college, always around 2am, Hotel California would come on the radio. It would totally creep me out, as I would be on the 57 highway just north where it meets the 60. As it seemed to me I was the desolate soul. I'd have to turn the station as it would give me the “willies” hearing it thinking someone was going to get from my back seat. Now whenever I'm in that part, I have that damn Eagles tune stuck in my head.

Everytime I think of Kafkaesque, I think of the Eagles and how much he enjoys them. He's got a fascinating collection of Glenn Fry and Don Henley bootlegs too.

"Witchy Woman" is an isidious affront to music.

Mhm. Every time I hear "Desperado," I find I must strangle or bludgeon whoever's standing nearest to me.

No, I'm not from around here. Yes, I live alone. And no, Chico's not my real name.

Now. Geggy Tah, anyone?

*makes note*

"Chico not real name"

Since I am now in the spirit of things:

Hear me talkin' now...
Bad (bad) blood (blood)
The bitch is in her smile
The lie is on her lips
Such an evil child

(BTW, I saw Chico at karaoke & he's being modest to a fault, all those buttweasels were runnin' scared.)

And chico bangs, chico bangs
Oh baby
When he moves, he moves
I go crazy...

Chico, don't be discouraged,
The Man he ain't so hard to understand.
Chico, if you try now,
I know that you can lend a helping hand.

Because there's good in everyone
And a new day has begun
You can see the morning sun if you try.

And I know, things will be better
Oh yes they will for Chico and the Man
Yes they will for Chico and the Man.

-Jose Feliciano

Not as many know this, but Kafkaesque has a co-writing credit on "Lyin' Eyes".

He doesn't like to toot his own horn, you know.

He also once took Timothy B. Schmit's daughter Pepper to a Dave and Buster's in Malibu. She beat him at Double Dragon. He never called her back.

It was a tie.

But Don Henley must die. Poke a sharp stick in his eye...

And dammit, Jon, that's the third or fourth time in the past month you've mentioned that infernal Turtles song, and each time it's gotten stuck in my head for the better part of a week.

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