23 March 2018 — Endless repetition does little to improve weak lyrics.
“I’m like a bird, I want to fly away,
I don’t know where my home is.
I don’t know where my home is.”
Then repeat ad tedium.
Maybe I can rehabilitate this and illuminate the inadvertent wisdom that almost snuck in there. How’s this?
I’m like a girl, I want to talk all day.
I don’t know where my phone is.
I don’t know where my phone is.
Am I insulting women here? I expect not, I adore women, and respect many of them. “Girls,” however, are immature, untrained, and inexperienced, so they haven’t yet grasped the value of silence. (Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if leftie “womyn” took the initiative to seize offense; umbrage is their ambrosia.)
This cliché (“I want to talk all day.”) is a cliché because it is founded in our racial history, leading to the credible stereotypes of the taciturn man of few words versus the effusive back fence gossip.
Gatherers had to network, to tell each other where to find the fresh berries and to warn against spiders and snakes. It is deeply etched into their genetic natures to yammer on incessantly. Hunters were obliged to sit very still and keep their mouths shut long enough to bag their game. If they didn’t, they starved, and that’s why motormouth hunters do not dominate the gene pool.
27 March 2018 — Okeh, here‘s the set-up: “Take me to New York…”
And the delivery: “I’d love to see L.A.”
Hang on. Does that agree? I may have missed something. Until that girl learns a little geography, she’s bound for bitter disappointment.
If she were to say things like…
“Take me to the Louvre, I’d love to groove on art…”
“Take me to the zoo, I want to see the chimps…” or
“Take me back to Frisco, want to see the bay…”
She’d be making some sort of sense. Instead, she may as well ask,
“Take me to Nebraska, want to see the sea…” or
“Lock me in a dungeon so that I’ll be free…”
Furthermore, she gets demerits for constant repetition of “American boy” as well as ethical demerits for even suggesting that a girl needs an American (or any other) boy to get her out of her native village and into the big bad world. Isn’t shifting for oneself one of the hallmarks of adulthood?
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