lyrically challenged disorder... eek!...

it's 10pm.  

i pick up dylan and his girlfriend jessica.  

(who, by the way, is awesome! luv her!)

all of a sudden there's a lull and the car gets quiet. 

and i belt out... loudly...  "PSEU PSEU PSEUDIO-O-O!!!"

(the radio's NOT on...)

Dylan:  mom.

Karen:  sorry.

(i think i scared them....)

Dylan:  what was that about.

Karen:  i can't help it.  it was in there and it had to come out.

Dylan:  you have issues.

ok yes.  yes i do that a lot.  eek.  honestly, i can't help it.  it's unpredictable.  and i just belt out these one liners from songs.

*****

here's the problem...

songs forever live in my brain.

all day long there is some tune playing in my head.

Problem #1:  When i hear a song i love to sing along.  

(that rhymed but i didn't mean for it to)

Problem #2:  I am TERRIBLE with lyrics.

No matter how much i love a song, i never remember the lyrics.

Problem #3:  I'm the one line wonder.

It seems that... for some reason... i only ever know one line.

Problem #4:  I make up the rest as i go.

Because..

i really really really want to sing along.  

So the only way i can do that is if i just go for it and whatever comes out of my mouth will just have to do.

The biggest problem of all #5:  I'm really ok with this.

You'd think i'd be embarrassed to sing songs knowing i'm probably singing it wrong... but it doesn't stop me!  doh!

STORY:

Jesse and I are at our favourite date spot.  City Central Microbrewery (as I've said before, they make really yummy IPA.  and it's a sports pub so we can chill out at the end of a work day, catch up on life, and watch a game)

We're all chilled watching Celtics.  People sitting all around us.  And a song comes on the speakers.

And next thing you know.  i shout out "I know this song!"

I begin to sing:

"i am the eye in the sky.

maker of fools.

i can read your mind.

i am killing it cool.

feeling it good.

i can be so blind.

i never wanna know anymore to know that

i can read your mind. da da da

i can read your mind.  la la la

i can read your mind.

humm humm humm"

(see what I mean???  ugg!!.. as I sit here typing, singing the song in my head, these are the lyrics I hear!!  honest!)

Jesse:  That's not how it goes!!

The table beside us:  That's not how it goes!!

Next thing we're all singing the song!!!!

The table beside me.  "I hate that song."

Karen:  "ya well... you knew the lyrics.  obviously you don't hate it that much."

Table:  "why aren't they playing Metallica or Black Sabbath.

Karen:  (calling out to the manager)  Eugene!!  C'mon!  Some Black Sabbath! 

Mackenzie (another manager):  That's enough out of you Karen!  Behave yourself!

(I'm laughing.  being playful.)

Karen:  Eugene!  AC/DC!  C'mon!

(btw, i only had one beer, with a meal.  so.. no everybody, I am not looped.. haha)

I then shout out...

Karen:  Meatballs!!

Table:  You mean Meatloaf!!!

And we bust out laughing.

*****

CONCLUSION:  "Karen I-Can't-Sing-The-Right-Lyrics Padgett"...  being lyrically challenged has its perks. 

Perk #1.  I get people to sing along  (ok.. yes they sing to shut me up because I'm ruining the song..  but still.. they do join in!)

Perk #2.  My lyrically challenged disorder helps me make friends!!!  haha