Mariah Carey
knows how to have a three-way
with her melisma.
If I have to know
M.C.’s background sex music,
then you have to know.
I’m very sorry
but I refuse to suffer
alone on my own.
Mariah Carey
knows how to have a three-way
with her melisma.
If I have to know
M.C.’s background sex music,
then you have to know.
I’m very sorry
but I refuse to suffer
alone on my own.
But all she wants for Christmas is you! That means you don’t have to actually go out and buy her a Chia Pet or dose of reality. Use that money to buy me a drink, as now the song is in my head and I’m cursing you under my breath.
How about we go halvsies on an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-like brain wipe? That should take care of the song and sex music info.
One word: BRILLIANT!!
Thanks!
Now I am going to have to stab my head repeatedly, scratch my ears to nubs, and rinse my mouth with bleach just to stop singing her crap in my head and out loud. Thank you…thank you very much.
I’m sorry, I just couldn’t carry the burden of being the only one who knew.
I have been out and about running errands and attempting to Christmas shop. I’ve heard that song a half dozen times today…now you’re telling me this is the background music for ‘intimate encounters’? No, just no.
Do you think she sings along, during, you know…
Aw hell, look at what you’ve done.
Oh, you know she does. And she’s notorious for having a “good side.” I bet Nick’s only allowed to see her from that side. And now I’m not hungry for dinner.
Yet another useless tidbit my brain could have lived without knowing. THANK YOU AGAIN. Why do I keep coming back here? Ah yes. For the giggles. But still: no more Mariah. My LEAST favorite singer of all time. Something about her just… irks me.
I would promise you to never mention Mariah Carey again, but then she’d do something like be cast as Aquaman in a Justice League movie and I’d have to go back on my word.
Well, *sniff*, I for one think it’s beautiful. I find that Christmas song of hers totally hot and steamy too. Or something along those lines sort of not really. ew.
There’s this retro 1940s trio called the Puppini Sisters, and I heard their version of the song and was at first confused because I thought Mariah wrote that song, then when I figured out they are a modern throw-back group, I was confused because I liked their version of it.
I am pretty sure the use of the word “melisma” alone earns you some kind of special bonus points somewhere.
I heard the Puppini Sisters’ version on the Coverville podcast and liked it. I can’t imagine liking it any other way though.
Yeah, that’s they only version I’ve ever heard that is remotely likeable. There’s something about that 1940s singing style that is so comforting.
All that stuff they say about “pain shared is pain lessened”?
Yeah, not so much.
I don’t know, I feel better.
well I’m glad one of us does. Hmph.