The Mind Is a Terrible Thing

[kaasirpent]

Can someone offer an explanation as to why I have "The Age of Not Believing" (a song sung by Angela Lansbury in the 1971 Disney film "Bedknobs and Broomsticks") in my head? Complete with purely instrumental overture and...I think it's called a "bridge"?

I haven't seen the movie in at least a couple of years. And suddenly, today: spoinnnnnnng! up it pops.

Next thing you know, I'll be chanting "Traguna...Macoides...Trecorum...Satis Dee" in sonorous tones and causing my stapler and tape dispenser to fly off and harass my cow-orkers.

It could happen.

Comments

[liddle-oldman.livejournal.com]

The only explanation I can offer is actually my brother in law's punchline to a non-existent joke.

Oh, mine does that too. It's the salt air.

[kaasirpent]

The salt air blowing off Naboombu Lagoon, obviously.

[kungfoogirl.livejournal.com]

I love that movie.

[kaasirpent]

I remember it fondly because I saw it at the theater when it was first released in 1971. That makes it one of the earliest movies I can actually remember having seen (depending on when Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory came out the same year, which we also went to see).

I own the DVD, of course. :)

[dorsai.livejournal.com]

And if you ever figure it out, can you then explain why I've had The Royal Guardsmen's "Snoopy vs. the Red Baron" stuck in my head all freakin' week?

How many times has my head repeated it so far? I dunno, maybe ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more...

[kaasirpent]

I presume eighty brain cells are going to die tryin' to end the spree?

[dchenes.livejournal.com]

Stop me if you've heard this...

I do the same thing with one of the two main themes from "The Man Who Would Be King". The problem is that I can't remember it when I want to; I can only remember it by not thinking ahout it.

[tool-of-satan.livejournal.com]

Sorry about that... I was just running some diagnostic tests on the Orbital Mind Control Lasers.

[kaasirpent]

Watch where you're pointin' that thing!

[fauxklore]

Next thing you know, I'll be chanting "Traguna...Macoides...Trecorum...Satis Dee" in sonorous tones and causing my stapler and tape dispenser to fly off and harass my cow-orkers.

Gee, thanks. Guess what is now stuck in MY head.