songs

I believed that when you played a record, the artist had to wake up and sing the song, so you could hear it.

welshgrrl

We Will Rock You by Queen

You must understand that my parents banned rock music in our house. But late at night after they had gone to bed, my brother would turn on the radio. "We will rock you" would come on the radio and I would burst into tears and make him turn it off. I was under the impression they were singing about throwing rocks at people til they died like they told us about in Sunday School. I am somewhat more rational these days and I have learned to love the song.

Dawn

When I ws little I thought the Stevie Wonder song "Isn't she lovely" was all about me and my dad had got him to write it for us. And the gurgling at the beginning was me. I think it started because soemone made my dad a mix tape and said "this song is especially for Tata" on the tape before it came on.

I was very disappointed when I found out it wasn't.

Tata

I timed a song once when I was little (2:42 by "one-mississippi, two-mississippi) and thought that all songs were this long.

Kate

I believed that my slow-witted best friend had made up the song "Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane!" because ... well, it was so stupid! She told me it was a real song, but I just didn't believe her.

Aussie

I used to believe that when people on the radio sang "I love my baby" or "me and my baby" or "hey baby" they were talking about infants. I was very confused by "my baby left me." I believed this until I was 11 or 12.

Helen

I was watching a music video with my older sister in which the band members were throwing paint over each other in slow motion. I think it was "Freeze Frame" by J. Gile's Band.

My sister blurted out, "That's not really them though, 'cos they have to sing the song, right?"

My sister was eleven at the time.

Dr. X

I had a pet canary that died. I cried until my dad consented to having a "burial" for it. He put it in a shoe box and we took it to my mothers flower bed to bury it.I fussed 'til he said a few words(he literally said the phrase"a few words")Then he "sang". Now,my father could NOT carry a tune in a bucket! He,in his gruff voice sang,"fiddle-dee-dee"over and over again to some unknown and off key tune.That satisfied me at the time. Now we recall the event and laugh.I am 51 and he is 81.

Connie Leonard

In the Beatles song "When I'm 64", the line "..Will you still feed me, when I'm 64?" confused me. As a very small child I had already mastered feeding myself and couldn't understand how Paul McCartney would still require someone to feed him his meals on a spoon at the unbelievably old age of 64.

Jo

I believe the hokey pokey really is what it's all about.

Janny

I used to think that the top 40 music charts were agreed on every week by a group of grown ups who decided which songs they liked best.

Katie