I'm afraid it's a case of the abused become abusers. When my sister was in second and third grade (my junior and senior years in high school) her teacher assigned her the job of playing that song [that was spoken in tones of loathing, btw] on the recorder(!) for the class pageant two years in a row. You have not suffered with that song until you have heard it non-stop for three months, played in a singularly dirge-like fashion.
Of all the songs in this wide world, it is the one I hate the most.
I am also one of the few Americans that admits to never, ever having wanted to go to Disney/land/World or take my kids there.
But the song (which I actually sing as often as Jack says "implantation") was what popped into the mind when I saw the posting.
I've been to Disneyland and enjoyed it very much. The only possible reason I can think of ever to visit Disney World is if in the company of small children making a required visit. Now that I have suddenly acquired eight new nieces and nephews, it could happen.
I disliked Disney for its corporate saccharinity (that is so a word) even before coming out and learning of its corporate homophobia (not to say casual embedded racism). I gather it's somewhat better now on the last two, but no true progress is likely ever to occur on the first.
Yeah, the media that Disney churns out caters to conventionally unenlightened "family" values (ugh, homophobia is SO anti-family) but on the corporate business side, they were one of the first companies to offer benefits to partners of their employees who weren't spouses. Namely because they needed to entice the fabulous gay artists who could make their animated princesses better than other animation studio princesses.
So we sliced up Jupiter, built a ring, And although it's surely a lovely thing, Though it's flat and it's wide, we won't all fit inside; It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all, We're not satisfied at all -- We'll go build one not so small As this small, small world.
Now we've got ourselves a whole Dyson sphere, But the way we're growing, it's clear, I fear, That before very long there'll be more to this song: It's a small sphere after all!
(Missy just came in and we sang it in harmony. You shoulda been there.)
I've found that some of the worst earworms can be successfully combatted through high-quality parody. I've had no fear of 'Small World' since learning the Niven-inspired parody (which has more verses, but they're earlier in the song, obviously) back in college.
I also learned a very fine parody of 'Danny Boy' at about the same time, and need not tremble in fear of that particular piece of vileness either.
Ah, yes -- That Song, beloved of Americans who think they're Irish, featuring lyrics written by a Brit who was thinking of Scotland.
The following lyrics actually do originate in Ireland:
Our Morris Miner's running out of petrol; The bomb is set to go at half past five; It's quarter past, and we're stuck here in traffic -- I doubt that we'll get out of this alive.
The IRA have really blown it this time -- This time I fear we've spread ourselves too thin; And when the bobbies come to clear the wreckage On every Ulster face there'll be a narsty grin.
I'm not sure who P. F. Tompkins is, but as someone who takes the Irish slice of my heritage reasonably seriously (enough to learn what the songs are about), I loathe 'Danny Boy' and absolutely will not sing it or willingly listen to it.
I don't remember if you've ever looked at any of my Macfic, but my first novella was set in Belfast, in 1986, and some of the research sources I used are musical.
ETA: And I'll stop being a soapboxing snot now. ;-) ETA2: For the moment.
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[Everybody join in!:]
It's a small world aafter alll,
Iiit's a small world aaaafter alllll,
Iiit's a small world aaafter all,
It's a smallll, smalll worrrrld!
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Don't you know it's illegal to plant that earworm in ppl's heads?
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Of all the songs in this wide world, it is the one I hate the most.
I am also one of the few Americans that admits to never, ever having wanted to go to Disney/land/World or take my kids there.
But the song (which I actually sing as often as Jack says "implantation") was what popped into the mind when I saw the posting.
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I boycott Disney now.
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I disliked Disney for its corporate saccharinity (that is so a word) even before coming out and learning of its corporate homophobia (not to say casual embedded racism). I gather it's somewhat better now on the last two, but no true progress is likely ever to occur on the first.
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Bizarre hypocrisy.
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And although it's surely a lovely thing,
Though it's flat and it's wide, we won't all fit inside;
It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all,
We're not satisfied at all --
We'll go build one not so small
As this small, small world.
Now we've got ourselves a whole Dyson sphere,
But the way we're growing, it's clear, I fear,
That before very long there'll be more to this song:
It's a small sphere after all!
(Missy just came in and we sang it in harmony. You shoulda been there.)
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I also learned a very fine parody of 'Danny Boy' at about the same time, and need not tremble in fear of that particular piece of vileness either.
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featuring
the Swedish Chef as Sam
Animal as Jack and
Beaker as Teal'c,
all wearing Ascended Sweaters
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The following lyrics actually do originate in Ireland:
Our Morris Miner's running out of petrol;
The bomb is set to go at half past five;
It's quarter past, and we're stuck here in traffic --
I doubt that we'll get out of this alive.
The IRA have really blown it this time --
This time I fear we've spread ourselves too thin;
And when the bobbies come to clear the wreckage
On every Ulster face there'll be a narsty grin.
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That Bar that Banned Danny Boy
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I don't remember if you've ever looked at any of my Macfic, but my first novella was set in Belfast, in 1986, and some of the research sources I used are musical.
ETA: And I'll stop being a soapboxing snot now. ;-)
ETA2: For the moment.
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Apparently, that set's in better packaging than this one.
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