If I were going to experience a musical hallucination, I just know that it would be “Hakuna Matata.”
Because I fucking hate that song. No worries, my ass.
If I were going to experience a musical hallucination, I just know that it would be “Hakuna Matata.”
Because I fucking hate that song. No worries, my ass.
You know, I was wondering why I’d never heard of that song, then I did a search and found it was from “The Lion King.” No wonder, then.
I’m sure mine would be either “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” or “I Love the Night Life” by Alicia Bridges. Or, perish the thought, “Oops…I Did It Again.” In which case, someone should kill me at once.
Isn’t this like getting an “Ohrwurm“?
I’ve definitely experienced these before, only I usually hear classical piano music. Which is strange, considering I almost never listen to classical music.
I remember reading this article and thinking it sounded like a dreadful condition. Once I went an entire week with a different Cher song stuck in my head. Every day was sheer hell, except for Tuesday, which was “Dark Lady” day.
“Wick” or “Anthem”
“You and Me Against the World” — when that gets in my head I just want to die. And the worst part is when I can hear that child say, “I love you, Mommy”
Oy!
In The Ghetto. *shudder*
Hear, hear to the comment “no worries, my ass”. I used to be a fan of “Hakuna Matata” until I moved to Australia where the phrase “no worries” is synonomous with the meaning “something dreadful is happening to you but I’m not going to acknowledge it”. Maddening, I tell you!