Ever heard the theory that Chris Rea’s ‘Driving Home for Christmas’ is actually about an obsessive husband who has finally tracked down his estranged family in hiding? You’ll never hear it the same way again.
I’m driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces
I’m driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I’m moving down that line
And it’s been so long
But I will be there
Eh… Merry Christmas?
Ever sang a song without realising the words you’re actually saying out loud?
I just did that with Blue’s ‘Too Close’ (I was having a 90s/00s boyband flashback day, don’t judge me):
Baby when we’re grinding
I get so excited
Ooh, how I like it
I try but I can’t fight it
Oh, your dancing real close
Plus real real slow
You’re making it hard for me
I don’t know which is worse: catching yourself singing about an accidental dancefloor erection, or the music industry for making it into a music video:
I don’t want to live on this planet anymore…