Friday, October 23, 2009
Cream / Moving Pictures Prisencolinensinainciusol, Alright
Posted by Ashley Spurgeon on Fri, Oct 23, 2009 at 2:15 PM
I got a kick out of the "Complete Control" mondegreens Adam Gold posted last week, so you can imagine the nerdy glee that swelled in my bosom when I found the pop song "Prisencolinensinainciusol," an utterly distracting and amazing pile of gibberish. First things first: This song is awesome, probably better than anything you will ever write. It was performed by Italian jack-of-all trades Adriano Celentano, who basically blathered out nonsense in an Anglophone accent over some sweet horns and beats. Second things second: I transcribed what the lyrics sounded like to me, and they relate primarily to drugs, food and sex. That succinctly sums up my feelings about good dance music, Italians and ideally the rest of my weekend. Check out my guess after the jump, and have your interpretations in the comments!
With a say in the shoes and I'll hold the ceiling and-a whorey, maybe and the carpet ball's dyin' Tears and wine begin the cold baby so stay yeah, with Joe[Mental Floss, Miss Cellania]
With a say in the shoes and I'll hold the ceiling and-a whorey, maybe and the carpet ball's dyin'
Whether she say is in the coffee stain you never dared call a judge "David the Jam"
You're comin' up too slow bright but a rock show hobo's gettin' all the coconut time
All the difference is Dan, why'd the shoes become a man
You because you trust all those brainy girls
Oh Sunday
My eyes lie sizzling and you done some blow with Beezo
Eyes
You made the cold man sail the breeze and call the ex on Aunt Juzo, alright
My eyes lie sizzling and you done some blow with Beezo
Eyes
Please don't call an egg so man choose though, alright
What else you gonna sleep with now that you keepin' the scene to lap the juice off a dumb 'ho, honey good time let faith go
You been seeing in the sail and the shoes become a pail and it's two of a kind like a four on the grind just ate
My eyes by chance let a handsome girl with pails on eyes
You made a car and made him say one, bring him a corner dish and had shoes on, alright
You best the man Zeke he and you are covered in dough, but baby that's your life beats me off
My eyes lie sizzling
And you done some blow with Beezo
Eyes
You made the cold man sail the breeze and call the ex on Aunt Juzo, alright
You best the man Zeke he and you are covered in dough, but baby that's your life beat me off
[harmonica!]
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