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In the song "Home On The Range" I could never figure out why the word 'seldom' would be heard as a discouraging word.
I used to believe that you could only play a record once, and after that all the sound was wiped off.
My name is Julia and I used to believe that the Beatles song "Julia" was about me! I was so happy when a heard it on a cassette tape... but then I found out that it was about a different Julia.
I guess I didn't think about how it was possible to write a song about me before I was even born.
When I saw orchestras and symphonies and school bands and stuff performing, I thought the conductor's baton told them what notes to play and that they had never played the song before, that the baton was just telling them what to do. I was really amazed at the skill of the band!
I used to believe that my mom, brother's and sister and I wrote the song "you can call me Al" by Paul Simon for my dad (Al) for his birthday.
Back in the late 70s when I was about 6 or 7 I used to sleep over my aunt's house from time to time. My cousins were teens at that point. They listened to a lot of disco and everytime I heard a song with the word "boogie" in it, I thought that they were referring to boogers.
"Get Up And Boogie" to me meant stop dancing and clean all the boogers out of your nose. LOL!!!
At about four years old, (in the '50s), I heard a song on the radio, wherein a woman was singing, "Since I lost my baby, I almost lost my mind..." This seemed to me completely tragic. I had a little brother, and could imagine how upset Mom would be if she lost him.
When I was like, 11, I really liked that Puddle of Mudd song "Blurry". My mom and I listened to it on the radio, and I must have asked her what it was about because I remember her saying "It's about a man who can't see his own son." A short while later, I saw the video. I went and asked my mom, "If the guy from that song is blind, wouldn't it be unsafe for him to throw the kid up in the air?" She was like, "What?"
It turns out that song is about not having custody of your kid after a divorce.
I took it to mean literally, he COULDN'T SEE his kid.
up until i took my grade 2 on violin i was convinced that the string family were literally a family...i thought the double bass was the dad, the cello was the mum, and the viola and the violin where children.....i was slightly embaressed when i explained my veiws to my violin teacher and she laughed.....= S
I used to belive that if I put my finges in my ears when i sang noone could hear me
I used to think the song "Mustang Sally" was about the astronaut Sally Ride, because the only part I knew was the chorus "ride, Sally Ride."
As a child, I didn't understand wat was being said by the first two lines of "We Three Kings". Now I understand how the awkward way the sentence "We three kings of Orient are bearing gifts." has the compound verb form "are bearing" broken up between two lines is the reason for the misunderstanding. The pause at the end of the first line made that line seem like a complete phrase. Consequently I envisioned that "Orient Are" was the name of some mystic and romantic land somewhere. The contemplation of that romantic land of "Orient Are" may just have embodied the most romantic enchanted vision associated with Christmas in my formative years, more romantic than the birth of Jesus, more romantic than Santa Claus, more romantic than any greenery of Christmas trees or holly or any colorful lights or decorations. I still have to remind myself of what the lines really say, or my mind surely still wanders to that mystic land of "Orient Are" in my annual revisiting of the most supreme enchantments that I long associated with Christmas.
When I was three or four, I firmly believed that I had written the song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"... because some how I knew the tune and all the words but couldn't remember ever hearing it outside of me singing it. One Christmas (this was 1985 or 1986) my dad's entire family was at our house. I stood up in front of the tree and asked them if they wanted to hear the song I wrote, and proceded to sing Rudolph (minus the You know Dasher and Dancer... part because I had never heard that section of it at that point).
I would love to know what their reactions to this were now that I am twenty years older!!
i used to believe that in the song from the sound of music "favorite things" when the dog bites when the bee stings when im feeling sad i thought those were all part of the singers favorite things
Thanks to the Beatles, I beleived that yellow was standard submarine color until I was was 9 and saw a WWII movie. I was kind of disappointed that all the submarines in it were drab green or grey. I still think yellow is a much nicer, happier color.
When I was around six, I wondered why in real life, people did not go around singing the way they did in musicals and disney movies. Sometimes I used to just sing when I was in public, hoping that people would join in. It's quite embarrassing to think of now, because I had no talent! And I didn't even sing real songs, just random lines that came to my head to no particular tune.
When I was a kid I thought the song "Planet Claire" by The-B52s was about my mom specifically (her name is Claire) and thought it was really cool they made a song about her (to this day I am not sure who it is really named after if anyone)
I used to believe that Metal music was when a bunch of people would bang metal together to make noise. Ha ha.
For some strange reason I believed that you had to be a female to be a singer.I guess this comes from my mother playing her guitar for me when I was a little boy.
When I was older and played guitar myself I desperately wanted to sing but wouldn't because of this.
It was when I was maybe 14 I realised that The Beatles and The Stones and Zeppelin weren't women so it would be ok if I sang.
Growing up, my mom was a massive fan of Wham! and George Michael. I vividly remember her playing "Wake me up before you go go" while I was helping her to pack for our summer holidays. I thought this was some strange ritual to make sure my dad wouldn't get up early and go on holiday before she woke up.
It isn't surprising to know that I woke up VERY early the next morning so they wouldn't go without me.