Still waiting for Spring, though with increasing impatience. I woke up to frost and then the sky threw lumps of ice at me on the way in to the office.
It was perhaps not the best start to a Monday so I was hardly surprised when it got worse.
Some idiot spent the entire morning driving around and around the neighbourhood where I work. What gave me this nervous twitch was the fact that said idiot chose to drive around and around in an ice cream van.
Now I like Elvis as much as the next man (ice cream, too), but a whole morning of Wooden Heart played on ice cream chimes is enough to make Saint Francis of Assissi rip the heads off birds …
… or to render an ice cream vendor completely insane, so that they spend an entire morning driving around a single neighbourhood trying to sell ice cream on a day when the kids are all in school and the clouds are emptying sacks of hail on people's heads.
The title of today's post is the opening of Wooden Heart in the original German and translates as "Got to go, got to go, got to leave this town …" an increasingly attractive option this morning, I have to confess.
I'd take this world back and change it for another one if only I could find the receipt.
11 comments:
Oh, HA! It sounds like someone was having a little fun with the neighborhood.
Ha indeed! Now you'll have Wooden Heart stuck in your head all day.
Sing along …
"Muss i'denn, muss i'denn, etc."
Enjoy (just don't accompany it with ice cream van chimes)!
The version I remember was sung by someone named Joe Dowell. I think he was in the US Army when recorded, because I remember someone in an army uniform singing the song on TV.
http://youtu.be/YxjSoPqhGrw
I hated that song. Don't care for most Elvis (maybe Sun Records Elvis). Ice cream trucks scare me, possibly because of their association with clowns and pedophiles. Yuch. Prices are outrageous for the quality of product, too.
i think i've had too much wine at lunch today because all i can think of is the bakery trucks that used to peddle their delicious items, the milkman who delivered milk and the vegetable trucks that all used to travel my neighborhood when i was young. damn, sugar, now i'm really feeling ancient! and lit! xoxoxoxo
Speedway, thank you for haunting me with yet another version of that horrendous song.
Ice cream trucks always remind me of Xander and Anya arguing about sex in front of the little kiddies waiting for ice cream in Buffy, but then everything reminds me of Buffy, so duh.
Clowns … yup. Creepy, creepy, creepy.
Oh, and you're going to slap me for this, but Americans always get it wrong: a pædophile is someone sexually attracted to children; a pedophile simply means a person who likes feet. The day when Webster's simplified gibberish is consigned to the dustbin of history and the US of A learns English will be a happy one indeed. Diphthongs! Ligatures! They're real. Live with it.
Hee hee hee (and probably OW).
Savannah, Nobody can have too much wine at lunch. Enjoy the lit-ness of it all! xoxoxox
Ok, you're right. Uh, maybe the creepy clown likes ice cream with feet in it?
Thankfully, I don't know the song and I won't be clicking on any of your links. Ha!
This guy sounds desperate. What an awful way to make a living. It sets my imagination going--there's a good story in here.
You know me, Dive, I love diphthongs, but the year I majored in Rhetoric I was the only one who did.
The most popular song for mobile ice cream vendors in Boise is Turkey in the Straw, endlessly echoing throughout the neighborhoods. And the most notorious ice cream man? Scary Larry (it's painted on his ice cream truck).
Speedway, that's too icky even for me.
Petrea, be grateful you don't know the song.
It could indeed make a good short story. Maybe we can kick-start 500 Words (again).
As for your major: you are America's last great hope.
Hahahahahahaha! Thank you, Ms.M. Scary Larry? That's too funny (and incredibly creepy).
May I quote you? I'm trying to sell a novel here.
Hee hee. Quote away, Petrea!
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