Today I have the song Faith of our Fathers stuck in my head. It’s a church song, (LDS hymn #84, in case you were wondering.) All day long. At home. At school. At play. At work, too.
While it’s not a bad song to have stuck in my head, I definitely have a problem with it being stuck up there.
Here’s the problem: I don’t actually know the words to the song.
So, I get stuck. And when I get stuck, I, for some reason, insert some other, very obviously wrong, lyrics.
So, my version of the chorus of this song goes like this:
“Faith of our fathers, freely given (sometimes given is alternated with the word spilt).” And then I jump to some Harry Potter book (Goblet of Fire, I think…. )where Voldemort is asking for someone’s blood or arm or soul or something (obviously, that isn’t my favorite Harry Potter moment). Problematic? Slightly
So, for now anyway, I associate those 2 things together. Awesome.
I hope we never sing that song in church.