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I have been thinking today. Actually, I have not just been thinking today, but for a very long time already. But today, my thinking was a musing (an amusing musing, and an amused one) on the mysterious ways of the human senses.
This musing was triggered by a song, or rather by my mishearing its lyrics.
I was driving home from work, and there was this song playing on my car radio. I immediately knew I would not like it, it was not my kind of music at all. So I turned the volume down, but I could not help hearing that strangely distorted voice. It had such a piercing quality, though quality is not the right word here... Anyway, it was a piercing voice, so I could not help hearing it. And what did I hear it sing? "The angels get laid."
How fucking brilliant is this? I thought, and it took me till the very end of the song to realize that I had misheard that line.
They were singing: "The angels can wait", which made much more sense than my misheard version, because the lyrics went on to say "for a moment".
That was the moment I started musing on the mysterious ways of the human senses.
And then I remembered someone telling the story of how they had always misheard that Police line (A line by the BAND, not an actual "Do not cross"-police line) from "Message in a bottle" as "It´s been a year since I broke my nose" instead of "Since I wrote my note".
And I remembered the many times I had misread something. Like that advert on a car parked next to mine, which in passing I misread as "Undertakers and Nurses for the Elderly". At the time, I envied the person who had come up with this brilliant idea of providing everything the elderly might need some day.
Only when I passed that same car on my way back, did I realize that the advert actually said: "Caretakers and Nurses for the Elderly", which was much less spectacular than my misreading.
Of the many times I misunderstood words directed at me, I am going to say nothing here. They are much too embarassing.
My mishearings and misreadings are kind of embarassing, too, but I am exceptionally glad that I did notice in time they were wrong interpretations of visual signs and phonetic features.
Otherwise I might just be strutting around and, in my ignorance, tell everybody who does not want to hear it anyway about the angels getting laid and the undertakers and nurses for the elderly, thereby making a complete laughing-stock out of myself.
(Which I hope I have not already done by posting this...)
Nevertheless, I have to confess that in my head there is that tiny voice that keeps insisting that undertakers and nurses for the elderly is a niche waiting to be filled, and that angels surely do get laid.
This musing was triggered by a song, or rather by my mishearing its lyrics.
I was driving home from work, and there was this song playing on my car radio. I immediately knew I would not like it, it was not my kind of music at all. So I turned the volume down, but I could not help hearing that strangely distorted voice. It had such a piercing quality, though quality is not the right word here... Anyway, it was a piercing voice, so I could not help hearing it. And what did I hear it sing? "The angels get laid."
How fucking brilliant is this? I thought, and it took me till the very end of the song to realize that I had misheard that line.
They were singing: "The angels can wait", which made much more sense than my misheard version, because the lyrics went on to say "for a moment".
That was the moment I started musing on the mysterious ways of the human senses.
And then I remembered someone telling the story of how they had always misheard that Police line (A line by the BAND, not an actual "Do not cross"-police line) from "Message in a bottle" as "It´s been a year since I broke my nose" instead of "Since I wrote my note".
And I remembered the many times I had misread something. Like that advert on a car parked next to mine, which in passing I misread as "Undertakers and Nurses for the Elderly". At the time, I envied the person who had come up with this brilliant idea of providing everything the elderly might need some day.
Only when I passed that same car on my way back, did I realize that the advert actually said: "Caretakers and Nurses for the Elderly", which was much less spectacular than my misreading.
Of the many times I misunderstood words directed at me, I am going to say nothing here. They are much too embarassing.
My mishearings and misreadings are kind of embarassing, too, but I am exceptionally glad that I did notice in time they were wrong interpretations of visual signs and phonetic features.
Otherwise I might just be strutting around and, in my ignorance, tell everybody who does not want to hear it anyway about the angels getting laid and the undertakers and nurses for the elderly, thereby making a complete laughing-stock out of myself.
(Which I hope I have not already done by posting this...)
Nevertheless, I have to confess that in my head there is that tiny voice that keeps insisting that undertakers and nurses for the elderly is a niche waiting to be filled, and that angels surely do get laid.