So, normally, I spent this blog time like Bizzaro Mr. Rogers, making you feel bad about yourselves and things you probably really LOVE (mainly MUSIC). So today, it's all about stuff I KNOW sucks, but I really love. Rather than give you all the lyrics, I'm gonna tell you some favorites, then post links to the You Tube video (when possible) so you can watch, point, and laugh at my expense...yay, internet!
So, in no particular order:
Rappin' Duke by Shawn Brown
Favorite line: I don't bother nobody, I'm a real nice guy; Kinda...laid back like a...dead fly. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfUSIerJ-8c&feature=related
Reason I love it: 'Cause it's just SOOOO stupid! It's John Wayne RAPPING (okay, not REALLY him, but STILL)! The concept just sells itself into Stupidtown!
Muskrat Love by Captain and Tennille http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBYV_7a0FQs
Favorite line: Now he's ticklin' her fancy, rubbing her toes. Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes as they wriggle. Sue starts to giggle (electronic giggle sounds)
Reason I love it: We've all gotta admit that we liked those groups that had their own shows, like Sonny & Cher, Starland Vocal Band (still cagey about that one) and Captain & Tennille. My father loved them, too, but he REALLY loved this song! We'd listen to it on our trips to Florida in our van to my grandparents' homes, but the BEST part was at the VERY end (the part you don't hear on the radio). My dad would crank it up and the sound of the beat would be the only thing left from the song...then suddenly it would fade a touch, then turn into the sound of hoofbeats that ran from one side of the van speakers to the other. And Dad would softly say "There they go!" and we'd grin, having heard Susie and Sam ride off into the sunset (sigh). Now I wanna call my daddy (pout!)
Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls
Favorite line: Colors of the world (spice up ya life), every boy and every girl (spice up your life), people of the world (spice up ya life) Ahhhhhhhh... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFAjBN5zuF8
Reason I love it: Because it's so classy and serene and...(snorts with laughter)...wooo! Almost said that with a straight face! Alright, it's just plain FUN! I like that pseudo-world bazaar sound in the background and all the general jumping around that makes it sound like some futuristic kind of kung fu movie. Frankly, despite their meteoric rise and fall, I'm not ashamed to admit I liked the Spice Girls in general, flavor of the month or not. Sadly enough, I can no longer slam it to the left, and when I shake it to the right, I can't always get it back to the center again (and Lord knows none of you want to see want happens when my chicas are in the FRONT and go 'round!) (Note: after I got married, I DID find out what "zig-a-zig-AHHH" was...chica-wow-wow!)
Bubba Shot the Jukebox by Mark Chestnutt
Favorite line: Well the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on, the confrontation was a tense one. Shook his head and said "Bubba Boy, you always was a dense one. Reckless discharge of a gun, that's what the officers are claimin'!" Bubba hollered out "Reckless, hell! I hit just where I was aimin'!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VKdwx5AB5k
Reason I love it: It's got the name BUBBA in it! Plus, an intriguing storyline about life in a Southern town, not unlike "The Night That the Lights Went Out In Georgia", another favorite. Boy, if I had a dollar for every factual thing I ever learned about Southern living from music, I'd be...well, I'd owe SOMEBODY a buttload o'cash. On this note (and this is just pure D shameful, here...)
Boot Scootin' Boogie by Brooks & Dunn
Favorite line: Heel, toe, do-si-do, c'mon baby let's GOOO boot scootin'! Cadillac blackjack, baby meet me out back, we're gonna boogie. Git down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boo-gieeeee (the version of the song I like has no video, so...meh!)
Reason I love it: People, if I knew WHY I liked it, it wouldn't SUCK any more! LOL Suffice to say that I am actually a closet fan of hontytonk/rockabilly music, as well as REALLY old country stuff. Steel guitars give me a warm friendly feeling and Hank Williams Sr.'s yodel just gets me teary-eyed. My dad was born in Alabama and despite living through all of the 50s and 60s, STILL loves country music. It's just in my blood, I guess (or maybe it was that DURN HEE-HAW...CURSE you, Opryland!) Again, on that note...
Anything by Kenny Rogers
Favorite line: (from my current favorite song) Well, it's your mind that tricks you into leaving every time, love will turn you around, turn your around. Well, it's your heart that talks you into staying where you are. (Note: This didn't have a real video outside of tv appearances, but this guy made one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHttuCdfoGw&feature=related)
Reason I love him: Shut UP, man! He's the GAMBLER! He's Kenny Frickin' Rogers! Stop that LAUGHING!!! Currently, Love Will Turn You Around is my favorite, but sometimes it's What Are We Doing In Love, Lucille, Ruby Don't Take Your Love To Town...hmm...hokey love ballad pattern??? On THAT note...
Muzak
Favorite line: Bahhh-bummmm-ba-DUMMMM! Bah-bah-bah-BUMMM-bah-DUMMM...
Reason I love it: Strange as it may seem, this music reminds me of Sundays after church when I was young. Before my parents moved on to Smooth Jazz, we listened to stuff like Les Baxter & His Orchestra doing "The Poor People In Paris", various groups doing Harlem Nocturne, or one of my favorites, the song above (bonus points for being able to guess it...think Omar Sharif!). The closest you can get to this now is 60's bachelor pad music.
More offenses to come!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Today's Decomp: Timothy by the Buoys
For you, KuKu...! :-)
Normally, I'd lead into this one with some witty repartee, but the words to this song are so blatant, I'm just going to come straight out with 'em:
Trapped in a mine what had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Was Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy
Where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy
God, why don't I know
Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, I'll take a swig
And then there's some for you
So far all seems pretty normal, just your typical disaster song. People are on the verge of death and doing the hero rant, but the music's all upbeat and jolly.
Timothy, Timothy
Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy
God, what did we do
I must've blacked out just 'bout then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
Timothy, Timothy
Where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy
God, why don't I know
Timothy, yeah
Timothy
Timothy, yeah
Timothy
Wow.
There's just...no words.
Okay, SOME words...
Ho-ly Chicken Substitutes, Batman, it's like the Donner Party Goes To West Virginia! There's just not a whole lot of guesswork here, is there? We've got Joe eyeing Timothy up like he's a walking NY strip, the narrator having selective amnesia as he pats his belly, burps and picks his teeth...I mean, you have to READ into Helen Reddy songs (maybe it's MAGIC that the kid's in the radio, maybe it's weird SCIENCE), but this one basically says "Yep, we ate him...so, who's for ice cream?" And, despite the record label's insistence, Timothy was NOT a mule, according to songwriter Rupert Holmes (who graduated from this song to cheating on his woman with girls that like pina coladas http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=2005).
Even more disturbing is that the folks who finally RESCUE these cannibals ask NO questions, like "Sooooo, where's that dude that was with you...and whose gnawed femur is this?" or "Which one of you ordered the Tim tartare?" In 1971, you'd think there'd have at LEAST been some kind of psuedo-CSI action going, dusting for fingerprints in the coal dust, making chalk marks around the...uh, missing body...
Alright, well, STILL, justice was NOT served for poor Timothy (HE was)!
The (sticking to veggies for a while) Sprite & the (taking seconds on Timbits) Highlander
Normally, I'd lead into this one with some witty repartee, but the words to this song are so blatant, I'm just going to come straight out with 'em:
Trapped in a mine what had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Was Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy
Where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy
God, why don't I know
Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, I'll take a swig
And then there's some for you
So far all seems pretty normal, just your typical disaster song. People are on the verge of death and doing the hero rant, but the music's all upbeat and jolly.
Timothy, Timothy
Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy
God, what did we do
I must've blacked out just 'bout then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
Timothy, Timothy
Where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy
God, why don't I know
Timothy, yeah
Timothy
Timothy, yeah
Timothy
Wow.
There's just...no words.
Okay, SOME words...
Ho-ly Chicken Substitutes, Batman, it's like the Donner Party Goes To West Virginia! There's just not a whole lot of guesswork here, is there? We've got Joe eyeing Timothy up like he's a walking NY strip, the narrator having selective amnesia as he pats his belly, burps and picks his teeth...I mean, you have to READ into Helen Reddy songs (maybe it's MAGIC that the kid's in the radio, maybe it's weird SCIENCE), but this one basically says "Yep, we ate him...so, who's for ice cream?" And, despite the record label's insistence, Timothy was NOT a mule, according to songwriter Rupert Holmes (who graduated from this song to cheating on his woman with girls that like pina coladas http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=2005).
Even more disturbing is that the folks who finally RESCUE these cannibals ask NO questions, like "Sooooo, where's that dude that was with you...and whose gnawed femur is this?" or "Which one of you ordered the Tim tartare?" In 1971, you'd think there'd have at LEAST been some kind of psuedo-CSI action going, dusting for fingerprints in the coal dust, making chalk marks around the...uh, missing body...
Alright, well, STILL, justice was NOT served for poor Timothy (HE was)!
The (sticking to veggies for a while) Sprite & the (taking seconds on Timbits) Highlander
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Today's Decomp: Angie Baby by Helen Reddy
I should come right out now and say that I LOVE Helen Reddy and not just her popular stuff. I even dig Ruby Red Dress and Keep On Singing and all that obscure crap. So, anyone about to try and lay waste to me over this, understand that I have embraced my inner old fart and sing "Delta Dawn" in your general direction (I also still like Afternoon Delight, but I'm a bit more cagey about that!).
Anyway, this decomp is getting airplay because, once again, the Highlander and I have renewed an age old debate about what this song is REALLY about. As the female counterpart in this relationship, I'm ALWAYS right, but actually PROVING myself thus is harder than it seems. Here's the lyrics for those of you that are younger than most of my socks:
You live your life in the songs you hear
on the rock and roll radio
and when a young girl doesn't have any friends
thats a really nice place to go
folks hoping you'd turn out cool
but they had to take you out of school
you're a little touched you know
angie baby
lovers appear in your room each night
and they whirl you across the floor
but they always seem to fade away
when your daddy taps on your door
"angie girl, are you alright?
tell the radio goodnight."
all alone once more angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
with evil on his mind
cos he's been peeking in angie's room
at the night through her window blind
I see your folks have gone away
would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time
angie baby
( angie baby ) (angie baby )
when he walks in the room
he feels confused
like he walked into a play
and the music's so loud
it spins him around
till his soul has lost it's way
and as she turns the volume down
he's getting smaller with the sound
it seems to pull him off the ground
toward the radio he's bound
never to be found
the headlines read that a boy disappeared
and everyone thinks he died
'cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
who keeps her satisfied
it's so nice to be insane
no one asked you to explain
radio by your side
angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
Everyone with me so far? So, let's explore MY possible scenarios before delving into the abyss that's the Highlander's insanity, shall we?
A. Angie is some sort of witch-chick that pretends to be crazy to lure horny young men into her room and suck them into the radio she's enchanted.
B. Angie IS crazy, which has her tapped into some other part of her brain, allowing her to use mind powers to suck horny young men into her radio.
C. Angie's just some shy girl that happens to have a magic radio that traps horny young men.
Note that all of my scenarios basically have these boys being trapped in the radio, either as sound waves or as really tiny guys, not unlike the Jackson 5ive in their cartoon, when that dude got them all in this giant radio, then shrunk them down so he could listen to them all the time...but I digress...
When you grow up in separate households with separate lives and ways of dealing with the world around you, your take on certain things will vary slightly from those you love. With that in mind, at some point, you'll end up sitting and chatting in the car one day about things like songs lyrics and finding out that your spouse thought "I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, pretty momma come and take me by the hand" from the Doobie Brothers' "Black Water" was actually "I'd like to hear some funky Dixie Lamprey, momma come and take me by the hand" and you LAUGH and say, "Oh, what a delightfully silly idea, my love...let us retreat to the boudoir for cakes and pillow talk."
And THEN there's moments where you're driving down the road listening to JACK FM and your spouse says casually, "You know that girl Angie just CHOPS THE DUDES UP and STUFFS THEM INTO THE RADIO, right?", leaving you to stare in awed silence, mostly contemplating the colossal error you made with your life back in the summer of 99 for about 45 minutes in a pretty white dress front of a preacher, God and several innocent witnesses who had NO IDEA of the HORROR contained within the layers of rental tuxedo...!
Seriously, does anyone else BUY this? Where in heaven's name does one get a CSI scene out of a Helen Reddy tune??? I keep trying to figure this out, but the Highlander is dead set on believing this (or seems to be just to tease me) and never even entertained the thought of supernatural stuff until I mentioned it to him. And, of course, goofy me will always entertain ANY thought given me until my brain goes, "Okay, who even put this crap on my DESK, huh?"
So, you be the judge. Supernatural body snatching or unsolved murder case? Remember, I'm the GIRL, so you have to side with ME, not HIM.
The (about to go turn her radio up) Sprite & the (looking for ways to make the inside of a radio look more spacious) Highlander
P.S.--Heck, even the writer, Alan O'Day, has got my back...check this article out here: http://www.jpfolks.com/Mentors/Articles/odayangiebaby.html
Anyway, this decomp is getting airplay because, once again, the Highlander and I have renewed an age old debate about what this song is REALLY about. As the female counterpart in this relationship, I'm ALWAYS right, but actually PROVING myself thus is harder than it seems. Here's the lyrics for those of you that are younger than most of my socks:
You live your life in the songs you hear
on the rock and roll radio
and when a young girl doesn't have any friends
thats a really nice place to go
folks hoping you'd turn out cool
but they had to take you out of school
you're a little touched you know
angie baby
lovers appear in your room each night
and they whirl you across the floor
but they always seem to fade away
when your daddy taps on your door
"angie girl, are you alright?
tell the radio goodnight."
all alone once more angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
with evil on his mind
cos he's been peeking in angie's room
at the night through her window blind
I see your folks have gone away
would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time
angie baby
( angie baby ) (angie baby )
when he walks in the room
he feels confused
like he walked into a play
and the music's so loud
it spins him around
till his soul has lost it's way
and as she turns the volume down
he's getting smaller with the sound
it seems to pull him off the ground
toward the radio he's bound
never to be found
the headlines read that a boy disappeared
and everyone thinks he died
'cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
who keeps her satisfied
it's so nice to be insane
no one asked you to explain
radio by your side
angie baby
Chorus
angie baby
you're a special lady
living in a world of make believe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
well maybe
Everyone with me so far? So, let's explore MY possible scenarios before delving into the abyss that's the Highlander's insanity, shall we?
A. Angie is some sort of witch-chick that pretends to be crazy to lure horny young men into her room and suck them into the radio she's enchanted.
B. Angie IS crazy, which has her tapped into some other part of her brain, allowing her to use mind powers to suck horny young men into her radio.
C. Angie's just some shy girl that happens to have a magic radio that traps horny young men.
Note that all of my scenarios basically have these boys being trapped in the radio, either as sound waves or as really tiny guys, not unlike the Jackson 5ive in their cartoon, when that dude got them all in this giant radio, then shrunk them down so he could listen to them all the time...but I digress...
When you grow up in separate households with separate lives and ways of dealing with the world around you, your take on certain things will vary slightly from those you love. With that in mind, at some point, you'll end up sitting and chatting in the car one day about things like songs lyrics and finding out that your spouse thought "I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, pretty momma come and take me by the hand" from the Doobie Brothers' "Black Water" was actually "I'd like to hear some funky Dixie Lamprey, momma come and take me by the hand" and you LAUGH and say, "Oh, what a delightfully silly idea, my love...let us retreat to the boudoir for cakes and pillow talk."
And THEN there's moments where you're driving down the road listening to JACK FM and your spouse says casually, "You know that girl Angie just CHOPS THE DUDES UP and STUFFS THEM INTO THE RADIO, right?", leaving you to stare in awed silence, mostly contemplating the colossal error you made with your life back in the summer of 99 for about 45 minutes in a pretty white dress front of a preacher, God and several innocent witnesses who had NO IDEA of the HORROR contained within the layers of rental tuxedo...!
Seriously, does anyone else BUY this? Where in heaven's name does one get a CSI scene out of a Helen Reddy tune??? I keep trying to figure this out, but the Highlander is dead set on believing this (or seems to be just to tease me) and never even entertained the thought of supernatural stuff until I mentioned it to him. And, of course, goofy me will always entertain ANY thought given me until my brain goes, "Okay, who even put this crap on my DESK, huh?"
So, you be the judge. Supernatural body snatching or unsolved murder case? Remember, I'm the GIRL, so you have to side with ME, not HIM.
The (about to go turn her radio up) Sprite & the (looking for ways to make the inside of a radio look more spacious) Highlander
P.S.--Heck, even the writer, Alan O'Day, has got my back...check this article out here: http://www.jpfolks.com/Mentors/Articles/odayangiebaby.html
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Today's Decomp: 70's R & B Cheatin' Songs
Somewhere in the 70's, there was a popular movement in R & B toward the "cheatin' on my baby" song. I think this crossed over into country music, too, but somehow, R & B made it sound so good, you ALMOST felt bad for the perpetrators. Still, as a young black girl, I can still remember listening to these songs and thinking "Shouldn't that man be at home saying sorry to his wife before she kicks him in his thine line or MR. Jones shows up???" In fact, my mom and I had this kind of conversation once before, too. I asked her what would happen if Dad did one of those "Me & Mrs. Jones" things. Her reply has probably been the guiding force behind her 39 years of marriage and my own 9:
"I trust and love your father enough to know he would never do that to me. (long quiet pause) He loves life and living it FAR too much."
Anyway, I was going to do the song Kiss & Say Goodbye, but then I remembered (If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Wanna Be Right, Me & Mrs. Jones and the best retaliation song, Thin Line Between Love And Hate. I'm gonna decompose these songs one a few lines at a time so you get the full effect of this delightful romp through hypocrisy (my comments are in italics).
Me & Mrs. Jones (the title "Mrs." should be a big tip-off right here!)
(Chorus) Me and Mrs.Jones
We got a thing goin' on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
(Chorus)
We gotta be extra careful
That do we don't build our hopes up too high
Because she's got her own obligations
And so, and so, do I
(Chorus)
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine
Tomorrow we'll meet
The same place, the same time
(Chorus)
Okay does NO ONE see how shag nastily WRONG this is??? IT'S CHEATING ON YOUR SPOUSE, for cryin' out loud! And these two aren't even gonna STOP! They're meeting at the same place and time tomorrow! And honestly, who DOESN'T sing along with this one? Oh, MAN, can music twist your around its little finger (otherwise, why ELSE would any woman find Tommy Lee, Slash, Lionel Ritchie or Seal attractive?)!
And this last one this one is TRULY bad...this guy doesn't even CARE that he's ruining this girl's life and reputation, just wants desperately to do the WRONG thing:
(If Loving You is Wrong) I Don't Want To Be Right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life (hmmm...who can this be...SATAN???)
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace (well, only because it IS!!)
Long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say (selfish son of a !@#$)
Your friends tell you there's no future
in loving a married man (FINALLY, some friends leading someone in the RIGHT direction!)
If I can't see you when I want to
I'll see you when I can
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you (yes!!!)
knowing I got a wife and two little children
depending on me too
And am I wrong to hunger
for the gentleness of your touch (YES!)
knowing I got three people at home
who need me just as much
And are you wrong to give your love (YES!!!)
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had (YES, YES, a THOUSAND times YES!!!!)
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
Are you wrong to give your love
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had (it's like he's reading my mind AND answering his own question!!!)
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right (blah, blah, I'm cheating more, blah blah)
Honestly, with songs like this going as far back at the 70's, it's no wonder that people have gotten the idea that "baby daddys" are par for the course!
On the UP side (the UP side of marital discord & infidelity...LOL), songs like this really make you understand and appreciate the lines to Thin Line Between Love and Hate (which, BTW, are kinda hard to find ever since The Pretenders redid it...look for The PERSUADERS, the original group). It begins with some cheating:
It's a thin line, it's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I'm just getting in, I knock on the door
A voice sweet and low says, who is it?
She opens up the door and lets me in
Never do she once say, sir, where have you been?
No, she says, are you hungry?
Are you hungry, honey? Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat, your coat, your coat
And the woman tells me, pass me your hat too
All the time she smiles, never once raises her voice
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I don't give it a second thought
It's a thin line between love and hate..
And ends with:
The sweetest woman in the world
Can be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her
She keeps being quiet
She might be holding something inside
That really really hurt you one day
Here I am laying in the hospital
Bandaged from feet to head
Ya see I'm in the state of shock
Just that much from being dead
I didn't think my woman could do something like this to me
I didn't think she had the nerve, so here I am
I guess action speaks louder than words
Don't even have to EXPLAIN that one! ;-)
So, what have we learned? Ummm...that cheatin' songs have great and memorable melodies? That the 70's were a time of serious social change, shag carpeting and some "hittin' that"? Or that you can pretty much make a song out of ANYTHING?
Let's go with all three!
"I trust and love your father enough to know he would never do that to me. (long quiet pause) He loves life and living it FAR too much."
Anyway, I was going to do the song Kiss & Say Goodbye, but then I remembered (If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Wanna Be Right, Me & Mrs. Jones and the best retaliation song, Thin Line Between Love And Hate. I'm gonna decompose these songs one a few lines at a time so you get the full effect of this delightful romp through hypocrisy (my comments are in italics).
Kiss And Say Goodbye (If you want to hear this tune, you can listen and read the lyrics here: http://www.minibite.com/heartache/kissandsay.htm)
This has got to be the saddest day of my life (probably shoulda thought of this BEFORE your wedding, huh?)
I called you here today for a bit of bad news
I won't be able to see you anymore
Because of my obligations, and the ties that you have (She's NOT your obligation, she's your WIFE, cheater pants!)
We've been meeting here everyday
And since this is our last day together
I wanna hold you just one more time (yeah, great way to sever the ties, here!)
When you turn and walk away, don't look back (exactly! No looking back, let's move forward to fidelity and several years of marital therapy, shall we?)
I wanna remember you just like this (as a cheating !@#$)
Let's just kiss and say goodbye
I had to meet you here today
There's just so many things to say
Please don't stop me 'til I'm through
This is something I hate to do (there's so much wrong this with, I don't even know where to START. You hate LEAVING the woman you're cheating with to go back to the woman who you promised to love, honor and cherish until death? I really have to call into question this man's decision making skills....!)
We've been meeting here so long
I guess what we've done, oh was wrong (you GUESS??? Oh, man...I wanna be the one who hands your wife the hot grits!)
Please darlin', don't you cry
Let's just kiss and say goodbye (Goodbye!)
Many months have passed us by
(I'm gonna miss you)
I'm gonna miss you, I can't lie
(I'm gonna miss you) (And it just goes on from THERE like this...hate leaving the woman I'm cheatin' with, guess I better haul it back on home to the wife (deep sigh))
Me & Mrs. Jones (the title "Mrs." should be a big tip-off right here!)
(Chorus) Me and Mrs.Jones
We got a thing goin' on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
(Chorus)
We gotta be extra careful
That do we don't build our hopes up too high
Because she's got her own obligations
And so, and so, do I
(Chorus)
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine
Tomorrow we'll meet
The same place, the same time
(Chorus)
Okay does NO ONE see how shag nastily WRONG this is??? IT'S CHEATING ON YOUR SPOUSE, for cryin' out loud! And these two aren't even gonna STOP! They're meeting at the same place and time tomorrow! And honestly, who DOESN'T sing along with this one? Oh, MAN, can music twist your around its little finger (otherwise, why ELSE would any woman find Tommy Lee, Slash, Lionel Ritchie or Seal attractive?)!
And this last one this one is TRULY bad...this guy doesn't even CARE that he's ruining this girl's life and reputation, just wants desperately to do the WRONG thing:
(If Loving You is Wrong) I Don't Want To Be Right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life (hmmm...who can this be...SATAN???)
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace (well, only because it IS!!)
Long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say (selfish son of a !@#$)
Your friends tell you there's no future
in loving a married man (FINALLY, some friends leading someone in the RIGHT direction!)
If I can't see you when I want to
I'll see you when I can
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you (yes!!!)
knowing I got a wife and two little children
depending on me too
And am I wrong to hunger
for the gentleness of your touch (YES!)
knowing I got three people at home
who need me just as much
And are you wrong to give your love (YES!!!)
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had (YES, YES, a THOUSAND times YES!!!!)
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
Are you wrong to give your love
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had (it's like he's reading my mind AND answering his own question!!!)
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right (blah, blah, I'm cheating more, blah blah)
Honestly, with songs like this going as far back at the 70's, it's no wonder that people have gotten the idea that "baby daddys" are par for the course!
On the UP side (the UP side of marital discord & infidelity...LOL), songs like this really make you understand and appreciate the lines to Thin Line Between Love and Hate (which, BTW, are kinda hard to find ever since The Pretenders redid it...look for The PERSUADERS, the original group). It begins with some cheating:
It's a thin line, it's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I'm just getting in, I knock on the door
A voice sweet and low says, who is it?
She opens up the door and lets me in
Never do she once say, sir, where have you been?
No, she says, are you hungry?
Are you hungry, honey? Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat, your coat, your coat
And the woman tells me, pass me your hat too
All the time she smiles, never once raises her voice
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I don't give it a second thought
It's a thin line between love and hate..
And ends with:
The sweetest woman in the world
Can be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her
She keeps being quiet
She might be holding something inside
That really really hurt you one day
Here I am laying in the hospital
Bandaged from feet to head
Ya see I'm in the state of shock
Just that much from being dead
I didn't think my woman could do something like this to me
I didn't think she had the nerve, so here I am
I guess action speaks louder than words
Don't even have to EXPLAIN that one! ;-)
So, what have we learned? Ummm...that cheatin' songs have great and memorable melodies? That the 70's were a time of serious social change, shag carpeting and some "hittin' that"? Or that you can pretty much make a song out of ANYTHING?
Let's go with all three!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Today's Decomp: In The End by Linkin Park
I would say "don't get me started on this song", but getting me started is PRETTY much what this blog is FOR, right?
Let me preface this commentary on the quintessential teen angst song of the 2000's by explaining what I was DOING about the time this song came out:
It starts with
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
Okay, aside from the pretty cool music, does anyone ELSE see this song as kinda whiny, in that teenage angst sorta way? I mean "Well, I tried, but it doesn't even MATTER, 'cause everything I do just SUCKS, so why even bother!" What's the new word for this...EMO, is it? (for those of you unfamiliar with the term, emo is the new word for goth kids, which was the new word for punk kids, which was the new word for...I dunno, greasers???)
I can't completely explain why this song gets under my skin, but I know from whence the original suffering comes from. I'm the eldest child in my family, so I was always the one responsible for everything. Once my brother got too old for my parents to do that "he's too young to know better" thing, I watched him run this "it doesn't matter, 'cause everything's always my fault and you're gonna blame me ANYWAY" game on my mom (Dad didn't buy that crap, since he knew the boy actually WAS guilty!) So, listening to someone whine about how they've done their best and in the end, it didn't matter, just seems like a GIANT cop out to me.
When I was a kid, if at first you didn't succeed, you tried, tried again. You didn't just sit and wallow in your own crapulence. Admittedly, the boys from Linkin Park have SORT of moved on in the song:
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
But, why go back to whining about how hard you tried and how it didn't matter again? And worse yet, if you're REALLY beyond this chick (assuming chick since it's a guy band), then why exercise your constitutional right to piss and moan over a chick that totally destroyed your independence and self worth in the first place?
Suck it up, find a new girlfriend, and stop singing songs about how life sucks, emo boy (like that nice Alanis Morrissette did...oh, wait...!)
Let me preface this commentary on the quintessential teen angst song of the 2000's by explaining what I was DOING about the time this song came out:
As an adult, teen angst on a string is something that one doesn't ever really think they'll have to deal with again until it rears its Tommy Hilfigered, baggy jeaned, "in" crowded, head-up-its-own-assed head in the middle of a group of normal high schoolers, causing them to erupt into screaming fits, storming-out fits, general hysterics and haughtily whispered snatches of conversation that usually include phrases like, "that BITCH", "if she thinks", "well, I heard from so-and-so that", "we better go talk to her in the bathroom" and my all time favorite, "she bet'not put her hand in MY face, 'cause I WILL beat her ass down!"
All this comes to a heightened point of necessary catharsis, the nexus for all emotional distress and teenage torment, a sort of end all, be all of emotional disturbance and mind boggling acts of insanity...
...the high school play.
My job in 2001? High school drama director.
Okay, I did do OTHER things, too, but THIS was the job that sucked the soul out of me while simultaneously making me feel as uplifted as if I had done some great service for the world (which is what watching kids be creative for a month or more ALWAYS does for me).
It starts with
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Or wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised
It got so far
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
You kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
Okay, aside from the pretty cool music, does anyone ELSE see this song as kinda whiny, in that teenage angst sorta way? I mean "Well, I tried, but it doesn't even MATTER, 'cause everything I do just SUCKS, so why even bother!" What's the new word for this...EMO, is it? (for those of you unfamiliar with the term, emo is the new word for goth kids, which was the new word for punk kids, which was the new word for...I dunno, greasers???)
I can't completely explain why this song gets under my skin, but I know from whence the original suffering comes from. I'm the eldest child in my family, so I was always the one responsible for everything. Once my brother got too old for my parents to do that "he's too young to know better" thing, I watched him run this "it doesn't matter, 'cause everything's always my fault and you're gonna blame me ANYWAY" game on my mom (Dad didn't buy that crap, since he knew the boy actually WAS guilty!) So, listening to someone whine about how they've done their best and in the end, it didn't matter, just seems like a GIANT cop out to me.
When I was a kid, if at first you didn't succeed, you tried, tried again. You didn't just sit and wallow in your own crapulence. Admittedly, the boys from Linkin Park have SORT of moved on in the song:
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
But, why go back to whining about how hard you tried and how it didn't matter again? And worse yet, if you're REALLY beyond this chick (assuming chick since it's a guy band), then why exercise your constitutional right to piss and moan over a chick that totally destroyed your independence and self worth in the first place?
Suck it up, find a new girlfriend, and stop singing songs about how life sucks, emo boy (like that nice Alanis Morrissette did...oh, wait...!)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
More evidence of CQ, Wassa and the Highlander's Folly & Today Decomp: Comfortably Numb
Once again, at Celtic Quinn's insistence, I've started another blog. This one is just for what he calls "my little rants about songs". Apparently, I crab about music enough that he's had time to CREATE a name for them, but he seems to like it when I do it and thinks the rest of the world might be similarly entertained. I pity any of you who actually agree! :-)
The title for this blog actually came from Wassamatta U and the Highlander both. The Highlander was responsible for Blinded By the Sprite (which he woke up and said to me in the middle of the night and just wouldn't leave my head) and Wassa had gone entirely insane using the words "verse" and "stanza" to the point where I HAD to take something he said just to make him take his Ritalin...!
But I digress...
The song on the block today is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. Here's the lyrics for those of you as unfamiliar as I was with them before JACK-FM stuck them in my brain yesterday morning:
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb.
[guitar solo]
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on, it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Bear in mind, the first and last time I heard this song, I was a senior in high school (and even then, I wasn't really paying attention...we used it for a scene depicting light and dark symbolism in English class). I guess if I'd been INTO any sort of recreational drug use at all, I could totally feel this song and go "wow, far out, man" or whatever it is people DO, but I never took more than two Advil in my whole LIFE, see?
I'm probably making more of this than I should (hence the term "rant"), but I guess I wasn't prepared for how directly about drug stuff this song WAS. I mean, it came out when I was still a kid and things were majorly censored back then. It was like when I finally listened to "International Lover" by Prince and UNDERSTOOD THE WORDS. All of the sudden, it's this NASTY song instead of just this song I knew I was supposed to scream wildly about for some reason (one day in the future, children of today will have this same epiphany about the "bow-chicka-wow-wow" sound from the 70's porn flicks!).
There's also a certain amount of hype surrounding songs that people do drugs to. They make it sound all great, but when you're listening to the song alone, it's really weird, like watching Rocky Horror on home video by yourself. You just have to sit and listen and wonder did people really get INTO it, or were they just so zoned out, they didn't HEAR the words??? With Rocky Horror, it's so bad on it's own that you HAVE to fill in the blanks with nonsense (hence the all the theatrical staging), but with Comfortably Numb, it's just so OUT there that you have to sit and listen to it and just.........
And have you ever tried DRIVING while listening to this song? I thought "Dude, I'm gonna go off the road, but I really don't CARE...!"
Overall, it's really depressing, though. On first appearances, you've got exactly what it sounds like; some whacked out rock star taking more crap to make it through a show, but essentially losing himself totally, wholly unable to connect to the world around him (which is what true enjoyment of anything requires).
So I call the Highlander on the cell phone and ask him, "What the !@#$ kinda mind rape is THIS deal??? Has this song ALWAYS been this weird?" And HE, having the soul of a true bard wrapped up deep within him somewhere, says, "Actually, it's not entirely drug referenced. The part about the kid is kinda sad. It's almost like he's lost his childhood innocence in that one stanza...that's what he can't see anymore. It's almost like...(and here, I can HEAR him blush over the phone at what he thinks is just silly, but I know is yet another reason I married him) well, he saw a sprite out of the corner of his eyes, but now that he's older, he can't see the magic anymore."
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
This kinda made me mellow out a little. It became less of an overt drug tune and more of a reference to innocence lost and the attempt to avoid dealing with adulthood. Frankly, it wasn't QUITE as interesting to read what the band members themselves thought of this song. Supposedly Roger Waters got some tranquilizers for hepatitis to help him make it through a concert, which is where he got the idea.
Still, in the spirit of ranting, I have to admit I had more fun giving the Highlander grief over "that crazy alternative music of his"!
The title for this blog actually came from Wassamatta U and the Highlander both. The Highlander was responsible for Blinded By the Sprite (which he woke up and said to me in the middle of the night and just wouldn't leave my head) and Wassa had gone entirely insane using the words "verse" and "stanza" to the point where I HAD to take something he said just to make him take his Ritalin...!
But I digress...
The song on the block today is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. Here's the lyrics for those of you as unfamiliar as I was with them before JACK-FM stuck them in my brain yesterday morning:
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb.
[guitar solo]
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on, it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
WTF????
Bear in mind, the first and last time I heard this song, I was a senior in high school (and even then, I wasn't really paying attention...we used it for a scene depicting light and dark symbolism in English class). I guess if I'd been INTO any sort of recreational drug use at all, I could totally feel this song and go "wow, far out, man" or whatever it is people DO, but I never took more than two Advil in my whole LIFE, see?
I'm probably making more of this than I should (hence the term "rant"), but I guess I wasn't prepared for how directly about drug stuff this song WAS. I mean, it came out when I was still a kid and things were majorly censored back then. It was like when I finally listened to "International Lover" by Prince and UNDERSTOOD THE WORDS. All of the sudden, it's this NASTY song instead of just this song I knew I was supposed to scream wildly about for some reason (one day in the future, children of today will have this same epiphany about the "bow-chicka-wow-wow" sound from the 70's porn flicks!).
There's also a certain amount of hype surrounding songs that people do drugs to. They make it sound all great, but when you're listening to the song alone, it's really weird, like watching Rocky Horror on home video by yourself. You just have to sit and listen and wonder did people really get INTO it, or were they just so zoned out, they didn't HEAR the words??? With Rocky Horror, it's so bad on it's own that you HAVE to fill in the blanks with nonsense (hence the all the theatrical staging), but with Comfortably Numb, it's just so OUT there that you have to sit and listen to it and just.........
And have you ever tried DRIVING while listening to this song? I thought "Dude, I'm gonna go off the road, but I really don't CARE...!"
Overall, it's really depressing, though. On first appearances, you've got exactly what it sounds like; some whacked out rock star taking more crap to make it through a show, but essentially losing himself totally, wholly unable to connect to the world around him (which is what true enjoyment of anything requires).
So I call the Highlander on the cell phone and ask him, "What the !@#$ kinda mind rape is THIS deal??? Has this song ALWAYS been this weird?" And HE, having the soul of a true bard wrapped up deep within him somewhere, says, "Actually, it's not entirely drug referenced. The part about the kid is kinda sad. It's almost like he's lost his childhood innocence in that one stanza...that's what he can't see anymore. It's almost like...(and here, I can HEAR him blush over the phone at what he thinks is just silly, but I know is yet another reason I married him) well, he saw a sprite out of the corner of his eyes, but now that he's older, he can't see the magic anymore."
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
This kinda made me mellow out a little. It became less of an overt drug tune and more of a reference to innocence lost and the attempt to avoid dealing with adulthood. Frankly, it wasn't QUITE as interesting to read what the band members themselves thought of this song. Supposedly Roger Waters got some tranquilizers for hepatitis to help him make it through a concert, which is where he got the idea.
Still, in the spirit of ranting, I have to admit I had more fun giving the Highlander grief over "that crazy alternative music of his"!
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