Garbled

My sons love to hear me sing. (I’m not sure why, since I have it on very good authority that I my vocal abilities are lacking, and that is if the listener is being kind.)  That said, I sing… a lot and loudly; in the car, as I am cleaning the house, and…yes, even in the shower.

About a week ago, when I was finished with the latest bedtime installment in the children’s book I am test driving with my kids, my younger son pipes up with, “Mommy, sing Pounds Glove.”

“Pounds Glove?” I asked, rather perplexed and a bit wary. Perplexed because it seems like my son’s daycare teacher delights in teaching him songs that I have never heard of. Songs that I must then track down lyrics and melodies for, so that I can provide that all so important bedtime serenade.  Wary because I’ve heard my kids singing songs from the radio or that they have learned from other kids that make me understand (not condone) why people want to censor and/or apply warning labels and age restrictions.

“You know, Mom. The dog song…He means Hounds of Love,” replied my older boy in response to my continued look of “Huh?”

Now, I am a Kate Bush fan from way back, and Hounds of Love is one of my favorite songs, so it is a tune that the boys have heard a fair amount since they were born. It is also one that I can generally sing on key, but doing it a cappella accompanied by my youngest who has the rest of the words equally garbled and my oldest who loves to provide the “baying hound” sounds in the song – that’s another story. Being a good sport, I gave it a try. The result was something I’m sure Ms. Bush never intended, even in her wildest dreams. (At least that was what my husband was heard to mutter as he backed slowly out of the room after coming to investigate the cacophony.)

Ever since that night, whenever one of us says “Pounds” we dissolve into giggles.

What song lyrics or titles have you totally butchered?

Mairead Walpole is the pen name for a somewhat introverted project and contract manager who has 20+ years of business and technical writing under her belt. In her spare time, Mairead reviews books for Crystal Reviews (www.crystalreviews.com) and writes paranormal romance. Her first novel, “A Love Out of Time” is available through Second Wind Publishing (www.secondwindpublishing.com) or Amazon.com.

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Filed under fun, Humor, life, Mairead Wapole, music

One response to “Garbled

  1. christinehusom

    I remember reading how a woman dissolved into laughter when her friend was singing along with Blowin’ in the Wind and the part where it goes, “the answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind,” her friend sang, “the ants are our friends, they’re blowin’ in the wind,” I think of that on occassion and laugh. My husband thought Paul McCartney’s song was, “Pants on the Run,” instead of “Band on the Run.” I didn’t give him a hard time about that at all 🙂

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