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I like the missing pieces. I don't like things too tidy. Terry Gilliam heard the line "in a Portuguese saloon" [from The Part You Throw Away], and he thought I was saying, "On the porch, the geese salute." That's better! I hope more people misunderstand me.
She got a new apartment It's out on the escarpment And in her glove compartment Are my songs She hasn't even heard them Since she found out what the words meant She decided she preferred them All wrong — Barenaked Ladies, Testing 1-2-3
Hampster! (Master!) A Dentist! (Apprentice!) Hard Porn! (Heartborne!) Steven Seagal! (Seventh Seeker!) Warrior! Dis Rifle! (Disciple!) And me, the Fishmaster! (In me, the Wishmaster!) — Misheard Lyrics and (Actual Lyrics) for Nightwish's Wishmaster song
Snoo PINGAS usual, I see!
— Dr. Robotnik, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog
Fagateer! (Bucanneer!) We got us some meth! (We got us a map!) If you love to sell pussy (If you love to sail the sea) CLAY AIKEN! (WEIGH ANCHOR!) Dickity pregnant dick dickity fags! (Dinky-dink-dink-a-dinkadefast!) Hang the black fag at the end of the mast! (Hang the black flag at the end of the mast!) Fuck yeah!!!!!!!! (Again!!) Land WHORE!!! (Land HO!!!) We're touching black fags wherever we go! (Wind at your back, lads, wherever you go!) — Misheard Lyrics and (Actual Lyrics) for LazyTown's You Are A Pirate 
Hold! Devil's! Pot of Tea! Hold! Devil's! Pot of Tea! Hold! Devil's! Pot of Tea! Hold! Devil's! Pot of Tea Mulan! — "The End Begins ", God Of War 2
We had lots of the dreams, all creatures were most exploited Honor and pay for each but there is no answer We wind up and slip in through a trained ferret. We are lots of the shit But only been there three answers before I caught the question And slowly, I wish myself a long dream but cannot hear myself wishing We had lots of the people, who are the dreams, the ground receptive Inquire to the poured concrete Slowly, but there is no answer, or if there is, we don't understand... When i talk to the trees O'great trees who have learned to speak slowly I know that they believe that they have an answer Then i walk in the city where i cannot hear it When i talk to the city I have already learned three answers Before i call the question And slowly, i wish myself among trees But can not hear myself wishing When i talk to the people Who are the trees that grow in the city They reply with a fond kindness, slowly But there is no answer For experience to be made by mistake — Misheard Lyrics followed by Actual Lyrics for the distorted section at the beginning of "Bent Cold Sidewalk" from Tangerine Dream's "Cyclone"
Frank: You gotta pay the troll toll To get into this boy's hole You gotta pay the troll toll to get in. You want this baby boy's hole You gotta pay the Troll Toll— Charlie: Dammit, Frank! You keep pronouncing it "boy's hole" when I clearly wrote "boy's soul"! Are you chewing gum while you're singing?! Spit it out!
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