Good morning party people! We just finished our weekly staff meeting at WUW? headquarters and played a little game for inspiration. Each of us went around and told a story about a song that they have a vivid memory of. Jenny's song was Hangin tough by NKOTB, Jonathon chose Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth, and Maureen chose I can't Dance by Genesis. Needless to say, we had a blast going around the table discussing childhood memories.
One of my most vivid memories was in 4th grade english class at Wyoming, Middle School in Ohio. Our middle school was an old building, probably built in the early part of the 20th century with no air conditioning (you can do that in Ohio). We started the class with a short story assignment and I wrote the lyrics to Uncle Tom's Cabin by Warrant. The song was captivating to me as a kid - as were many metal/hair band songs that I wasn't supposed to listen to because I would start worshipping the devil and committ suicide. But Uncle Tom's Cabin was especially captivating.
Obviously my teacher wasn't going to know the difference, but all my little pre-nirvana metal head friends would. Much to my surprise, my teacher, whose name is alluding my memory, asked me to read my story to the class. "Shit! someone is going to tell him that it isn't my story!" I thought as I took a deep breath and walked to the front of the class. Then I started in on my intriguing story of what happened at the wishing well:
"Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin' pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say it got no bottom say it take you down to Hell
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Two men talking in the pale moonlight
Sherriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the Waters' Edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let em sink on down
to the bottom of the well where they'd never be found
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
I know who put the bodies in the wishing well
Soon as they were gone me and Tom got down
Prayin real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
Where the full moon shines through the rooftop cracks
Oh my God, Tom, who are we going to tell?
The Sherriff, he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut, that's what we're going to do
Unless you want to wind up in the wishing well too
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
In the wishin well"
Finishing my (well Warrant's) story, I looked up from my paper and caught the glare of my best friend Stephen who had a shocked look on his face. My teacher complimented me on my story and as I sat down, I heard another kid say in disbelief "wait you didn't write that - that is Warrant." I shot him a smile and a shush and sat down.
I had gotten away with another one, but only barely this time!!
ENJOY AN AMERICAN CLASSIC ON THIS SUNNY MONDAY MORNING!
One of my most vivid memories was in 4th grade english class at Wyoming, Middle School in Ohio. Our middle school was an old building, probably built in the early part of the 20th century with no air conditioning (you can do that in Ohio). We started the class with a short story assignment and I wrote the lyrics to Uncle Tom's Cabin by Warrant. The song was captivating to me as a kid - as were many metal/hair band songs that I wasn't supposed to listen to because I would start worshipping the devil and committ suicide. But Uncle Tom's Cabin was especially captivating.
Obviously my teacher wasn't going to know the difference, but all my little pre-nirvana metal head friends would. Much to my surprise, my teacher, whose name is alluding my memory, asked me to read my story to the class. "Shit! someone is going to tell him that it isn't my story!" I thought as I took a deep breath and walked to the front of the class. Then I started in on my intriguing story of what happened at the wishing well:
"Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin' pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say it got no bottom say it take you down to Hell
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Two men talking in the pale moonlight
Sherriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the Waters' Edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let em sink on down
to the bottom of the well where they'd never be found
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
I know who put the bodies in the wishing well
Soon as they were gone me and Tom got down
Prayin real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
Where the full moon shines through the rooftop cracks
Oh my God, Tom, who are we going to tell?
The Sherriff, he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut, that's what we're going to do
Unless you want to wind up in the wishing well too
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
In the wishin well"
Finishing my (well Warrant's) story, I looked up from my paper and caught the glare of my best friend Stephen who had a shocked look on his face. My teacher complimented me on my story and as I sat down, I heard another kid say in disbelief "wait you didn't write that - that is Warrant." I shot him a smile and a shush and sat down.
I had gotten away with another one, but only barely this time!!
ENJOY AN AMERICAN CLASSIC ON THIS SUNNY MONDAY MORNING!
Strolling Down Memory Lane,
WhatUpWally?
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