As I've been running and all that, I do it motivated by telling myself how great I am, but also, by composing brilliant playlists. We start off with the funny stuff, and then work in some fabulous Mash UPs in there, and then when I'm just not quite halfway, I hit it hard with the motivational stuff. Then back home with rap tunes. Tupac, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, and Busta Rhymes really speak to me.
So, I'm running several weeks ago, and I've got a new tune you've probably heard of, Good Life by One Republic. It's catchy. However, I've only listened to it when running. And when I get to the song, I'm needing that motivation I just mentioned and I'm well, I'm tired, I'm lugging my thunder thighs through town on a run, and I'm out of breath. The key to tunes while you run is that it's loud enough to drown out the panic of your exercise induced asthma attack. So, you know, sometimes my mind wonders. Sometimes I hear things different, and sometimes I work with the music and perhaps over interpret the lyrics.
On top of that, my pal Carrie used to do this thing where she'd mess up what you'd say, just to be funny. "Your Aunt Betty drinks mimosas?" No Carrie, I said "I'm sweaty, I stink and I'm gross, Uhg." I miss my girl, and sometimes find myself doing it just to feel closer.
There's a part in the song that goes,
To my friends in New York, I say hello.
My friends in L.A they don't know.
Where I've been for the past few years or so:
Paris to China to Colorado....
But that last line I just wasn't getting. Against most peoples' better judgement, (I'm pretty sure this is the post where Ricardo justifies his nickname for anonymity) I'm going to out my sick mind to you right now. For a solid week, I ran to this song and thought the lyrics were:
My friends in New York say hello.
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years of so:
Mary's vagina to Colorado.
Now, I don't know who Mary is, but must be one heck of a girlfriend to compare her lady bits to the majestic mountains of Colorado. Where the hell did that come from? Maybe it was a jab at an EX-girlfriend named Mary. I mean, if Taylor Swift is writing all those songs about all those ex's.... I think the rap tunes are skewing my lyric filtering a bit. But leave it to this rock band to sneak in the word vagina. Edgy, guys. Very edgy. And that's what I mean by my mind wandering - I've just analyzed my wrong interpretation of the lyrics on a 20 minute run.
Still, whether it's Paris to China or Mary's vagina, still fits in the lyrics. In fact, I think mine are better. Why does it have to be three geographic locations? Why not places you've been being interpretive and comparable to your intimate relationships. Brilliant. Brilliant I say!
Sadly, eventually I figured it out. I Googled the song lyrics. (I do not recommend Googling Mary's vagina. Ew.)
So, now, every time you hear the song, you'll probably revert to my version. You're welcome.
That's how I roll: creatively wrong.
Song of the day: Doi, it's Good Life by OneRepublic (Just for fun, I tagged two different versions on here. The one in the text is a remix with B.O.B. the one here in Song of the Day is the one I run to.)
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