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« Reply #45 on: 23:04:18, 23-11-2007 » |
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Today this was running through my head:
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll.
It may be sticky but I never complain, it's nice to have a nibble at it now and again
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In my pocket it got stuck I could tell
‘Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well
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With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll
In the ballroom I went dancing each night
No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me tight
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« Reply #46 on: 23:32:59, 23-11-2007 » |
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Hmm, very Freudian, Andy ...
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« Reply #47 on: 17:50:07, 26-11-2007 » |
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Curses! Autoharp posted a cartoon in `Picture Associations` earlier that mentioned the film The Great Escape. Guess what`s now running relentlessly through my brain? Sigh. Cheers, Mr Harp !  |
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Curses! Autoharp posted a cartoon in `Picture Associations` earlier that mentioned the film The Great Escape. Guess what`s now running relentlessly through my brain? Sigh. Cheers, Mr Harp ! Aaaaaaargh!!! Aaaaaaaarghghgh!!!  |
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Curses! Autoharp posted a cartoon in `Picture Associations` earlier that mentioned the film The Great Escape. Guess what`s now running relentlessly through my brain? Sigh. Cheers, Mr Harp ! I hope it isn't the performance by the Sheffield Wednesday Brass Band who make England football internationals even worse than they are anyway. |
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« Reply #50 on: 09:48:31, 05-03-2008 » |
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Revisiting this old thread: I don't ever think I've had much trouble with getting music stuck in my head: not recently anyway. Far more often I find that words, phrases, or phrase structures get stuck in my head. I seem to find myself particularly sensitive to something like this today today: I find that holding any verbal expression within my head for any length of time is quite unpleasant. This is a day to go with the flow I think  (if I didn't have an interview shortly I might just shut up for a few hours). |
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« Reply #51 on: 20:27:36, 13-03-2008 » |
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The weird and wonderful sequence of highly decorated chords near the beginning of Neptune, the last movement of the Planets.
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Neptune, the last movement of the Planets Oi, mate! Says who?!   |
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« Reply #53 on: 21:47:34, 13-03-2008 » |
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Being a more sophisticated type myself, my internal muzak for most of today has been this. Note the valve trombone. |
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« Reply #54 on: 22:02:46, 13-03-2008 » |
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Being a more sophisticated type myself, my internal muzak for most of today has been this. You must have a bit of a headache, if they've been jumping round like that inside your head all day. When I got back from the Xenakis concert a couple of hours ago my flatmate drew my attention to this rather stunning piece of linguistic gymnastics. You have to stick with it to the end for the punch-line. |
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« Reply #55 on: 22:12:14, 13-03-2008 » |
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stick with it to the end Gosh! (What was the little guest appearance by Ms Carey herself all about though?) As it happens I did have a headache today. |
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« Reply #56 on: 23:34:09, 13-03-2008 » |
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What was the little guest appearance by Ms Carey herself all about though? I think that was to provide a snatch in the original Bulgarian for those viewers struggling with the subtitles, wasn't it? |
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« Reply #57 on: 10:02:17, 14-03-2008 » |
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When I got back from the Xenakis concert a couple of hours ago my flatmate drew my attention to this rather stunning piece of linguistic gymnastics. |
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« Reply #58 on: 10:16:34, 14-03-2008 » |
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I just wish I'd seen a programme about a Sondheim (I think) musical, in which someone from the Far East chose Johnny Mathis's "Misty" as an audition song: as related by Daniel Gillingwater (whom some of you may even know), the lyrics included the following lines:
"Rook at me, I'm as perrayfoo as a kitten up a tlee..."
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"Not knowing my reft hand flom my light...."
Anyone who's done a Cyprus to Cairo cruise may have been similarly assailed by Eastern European phonetic dislocation. Painful, though with a certain masochistic amusement!
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« Reply #59 on: 14:17:05, 14-03-2008 » |
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And of course, anyone who's seen Chinatown (one of the greatest and subtlest films ever made, IMHO) ought to remember Jake Gittes' key exchange with the Chinese gardener:
'Salt water - bad for glass.'
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