I don't have a lot of love for the vocalized remixes that sometimes crop up there on the intarweb. I just don't see the point of attaching emo lyrics to a Mega Man X song. However, once in awhile things manage to sneak through my safety net.

Usually it's Zebra Cakes, the delicious Lil' Debbie concoction that goes long ways to ripping through your digestive tract like so many sugary thumbtacks. Today I wasn't all that hungry, though, and the bootleg shopping mart near my apartment probably got closed down for health violations. My supply so summarily cut off as it was, this time what managed to slip through actually WAS a vocalized videogame remix.

And what a remix it was! One of my favorite hobbies in the following weeks would be extolling the lyric "Takes nothing to realize your Ken" to whomever might pass me by. What you read is not a typo, I did indeed put the possessive form on paper. For, through a curious mistake in the transliterating of the song lyrics, someone used that very possessive form of the second person pronoun. Obviously the proper word we were looking for was "you're", but in my ignorance I found myself galvanized by what I thought of as a rather creative metaphor. How I would excitedly wave my hands at passerbys, telling them how it really did take nothing.

Of course, I would soon come to the foul, fetid stench of Earth. While pursuing a message board one night in some drunken haze or other, I came upon a message by the author himself. The contemptible word. That awful moniker, that terrible replacement noun, that was the so called 'proper' lyric to the song. I'm sorry, but realizing you're a cheap, overused generic character from one of the most done-to-death franchises in videogame history certainly plays second fiddle to realizing YOUR cheap, overused generic character from one of the most done-to-death franchises in videogame history.

You're following me, right?

The song is totally Top 40s kind of stuff, an excellent cheesecake that you shouldn't feel bad about indulging with every once in awhile. My only concern is the removal of the 'your', my delicious cherry topping. I don't know if the song can measure up to a ten pack of Zebra Cakes, but it's easily worth $1.09 in "Cosmic Brownies".

But Could I Drive To This?: As a cautionary measure, probably not. It's been my experience that music of this variety, so duly suffused with the essence of the "pump you up" causes a severe increase in heartbeat that might lead to inadvertent lead foot while you earnestly attempt to "realize your Ken". I can barely listen to this song while walking down the street without having to resist a serious urge to break off running for the sunset. I don't want to know what would happen behind 2,000 pounds of automobile.