Hijacking the Earworm

[azurelunatic]

Internal jukebox goes mad, plays a stretch of song over and over and over. Or there's a phrase you mutter to yourself.

I've had two of these fairly recently. One's an old one that I've had since childhood.

It's a round, a fairly old one.

Rose, Rose, Rose red
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, Sire,
At thy will.

Notice the anachronism. Women don't tend to marry at their father's bidding anymore; yay longer lifespans! For a modern woman, having this in one's head is unsettling and disruptive to the development of individual Will. And I couldn't get it out of my head.

So I hacked it. Subtly.

Rose, Rose, Rose red
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at my Will, Sire,
At my Will.

That's much better.


The newer one is the one that I repeat to myself in the mornings when I'm depressed and can't always make it out of bed. "I hate myself and I want to die." Not the sort of thing you want to repeat. I managed, finally, to redirect: "I hate everyone and I want them to die." Still hostile and hateful, but it's easier for me to squash outwardly-directed rage than it is inward-turned rage. After all, I can always hold back myself if I want to kick someone in the balls, but who's going to stay my hand against myself?


Hijacking earworms is fun.

Comments

[machinegirl.livejournal.com]

When I was in Girl Scouts, we used to sing that song, and I always replaced thy with my.

[azurelunatic]

Compleeeeeatly off-topic: witchofrock and I had been thinking about a Makeover Night or some such silly thing tonight. And we were trying to ask you if you would be, you know, able to show up for the whole ride thing, and also the silly makeup and so forth-ness, only you were away/offline/etc.

[machinegirl.livejournal.com]

;_; Poo! I had fallen asleep while waiting for Garrett to come home. Damn me and my fucked up sleep schedules!

[azurelunatic]

It's actually as well this way -- votania got her finger cut badly at work, and needs stitches, so I get to monster-watch while they go to the ER, as soon as they hear back from her doctor.

[dragontdc.livejournal.com]

Some people have issues.

You have back-issues, bound in those cool-storage nitrogen-filled archival pouches.

Hey, at least you have style.

[azurelunatic]

Comes with a long memory, aye.

Most people can't see their back issues for the current ones they haven't even read yet...

[dragontdc.livejournal.com]

I've a few boxes of back-issues myself, so I definitely hear ya on that.

[thette.livejournal.com]

The worst earworm I ever had, was two months of Bridge over River Kwai, with the text. (Go check it out if you don't know it, if you dare.)

My brain switches words to obscene ones in otherwise perfectly innocent songs. That's why I love The Penis Song, no switch can make it worse.

[azurelunatic]

I probably don't dare. I've read the book, though. It was in one of my father's boxes of novels.

[tygerr.livejournal.com]

Random factoid of the sort Pilot/Tygerrs carry around with them:

The "Rose" song is a very very old roundalay with multiple verses. Many people know this. What fewer people know is this:

The entire story told by the *full* set of verses is about the clash of wills between Rose and her Sire. In the last two verses, Sire comes around to Rose's way of thinking...

and your hijacked verse is in fact the next-to-last (?) verse of the original song!

How 'bout *that*?

[azurelunatic]

Niiiiiice. Hee!

I'll have to look the whole thing up, then!