Robert the apathetic sanctimonious sinner, toilet cleaner, threatener of eternal damnation, music snob and whatever (the title was too long to copy and paste from his blog) posted about Madonna With The Big Boobies ...... sorry, that was from 'Allo 'Allo! I think ..... I meant Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (which also sounds a bit salacious) in his latest post. The 'statement' from his Lady rang some bells with me as it sounded like song lyrics I've heard.
I did a Google search and yes, I had heard a song with similar lyrics. It's Wannabe by the odious Spice Girls. You can make your mind up here in the video playing the song and displaying the lyrics and showing the Spice Girls to be vacuous and irresponsible bimbos (see how they treat the beggar on the street and the family in the car).
Here's an outtake of their lyrics:
If you want my future, forget my past If you wanna get with me, better make it fast Now don't go wasting my precious time ......
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is Oh, what do you think about that? Now you know how I feel Say you can handle my love, are you for real?
Now, with Robert's, or Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal's lyrics - they could be stretched out into a song to the music of 'Wannabe'.
If you want me to be your mother And if you want to become my son
Ask to see a Catholic priest
And then my job is done
Ha ha ha ha ha 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, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna convert you ah
I appreciate that Richard the blogger of fewer titles than Robert will consider this post a 'filler'. All I will say to that is:
I've mentioned before how we are all guilty of mishearing song titles or lyrics and blithely going on singing the error to ourselves or others. Some examples for me are:
"Goodbye groovy Tuesday" instead of Goodbye Ruby Tuesday.
"Loosely in the sky with Simon" instead of Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
"These ants are my friends, they’re blowin’ in the wind" instead of The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.
" I skipped the light then dangled" instead of we skipped the light fandango.
"Excuse me while I kiss this guy" instead of Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
On Saturday night we had a family gathering at my sister's holiday place a few bays away. It was the birthday celebration of one of my nieces and all three were there with their parents, their spouses and friends so a good evening was had.
Thanks to modern technology Spotify was used to access music from the internet and various favourites were called for. One niece professed a liking for Led Zeppelin and Robert Plant's songs. We obviously discussed the two excellent albums that he and Alison Krauss collaborated on. Hey! I just happen to have a link to a post I wrote on this: TINY DESK
Anyway I then asked her if she was familiar with the excellent Robert Plant song Big Log. This brought guffaws from everyone referring to the scatological connection of that. I wound them up by saying that American freeways are very long with few stops so having "a big log by the freeway" isn't an unusual thing.
I sung to them:
I love a big log by the freeway You have to while the cars fly by And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night Because there are no rest-stops for your plight.
The real lyrics, as you musical cognoscenti know are:
My love is in league with the freeway Its passion will rise as the cities fly by And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night And the questions and thousands take flight
We didn't access the song to play so I couldn't prove either my adaptation or the real lyrics. My brother in law was adamant that the title of the song was Big Leg which the others all thought was more likely and I was relegated to the position of 'silly old uncle' which I guess comes with the territory of old age.
I did get some satisfaction on Sunday morning though - early as I was up watching the Rugby World Cup match - of finding Big Log, copying the link and texting it to all and sundry. Result! Big Log, not 'Big Leg'!
I saw this in Wellington when it was released probably in early 1962. I was 9 years old going on 10. It was the first 'teenage' film I ever saw and was quite different from the other fare I was used to - westerns, war films, comedies and adventure series.
I saw it at the Rivoli - in Riddiford Street on the other side of the road and a bit north of Wellington Hospital. The other picture theatre in Newtown was The Ascot on the corner of Riddiford Street and Constable Street. The Rivoli was closer for me as I used to walk down the Hall Street zigzag to get there.
