Friday, June 25, 2010

My Kind of Love Song......

Turn on the radio....pick any station and any genre....what is the most common topic being sung about?

Go ahead...try my little experiment.....I'll wait!

How did it go?  I'll bet that if you listened to the radio for just 10ish minutes you heard mostly love songs, no matter the genre: pop, rock (even hardcore rock), country, hip-hop, folk, big band, you name it....they sing about IT- "it" being love. (well, maybe not electronica....does that even have words? Whatever, if it did, they would compose songs about love, too.)

This girl is not so mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey though, so a lot of the "typical" love songs make me want to yak a little a lot.  Not cute.

Thank God for Max Bemis, the front-man for one of my favorite bands: Say Anything.

  Now that is what I call a love song! In case you didn't catch the wonderfully catchy lyrics:

When I was eight years old,
Before puberty took hold,
I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride
And love was indivisible.
Never mind how my taste reflects
A disturbing oedipal complex,
It's not awkward girl,
The compliments are coming next.
You're no witch,
You're no wench,
You're like Bjork with better fashion sense,
So I phone 50-Cents
And I'm building up my confidence.
Respect to your work,
You're an artist, I'm a silly jerk.
I think that dynamic could work.

So work it.

I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no.
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could let you know.

When we spoke, no joke
I started shedding slutty girls like snakeskin,
My collection acquired through shallow misdirection
And as I drive tonight,
West coast sky daring me to try,
I feel alive tonight,
The possibility that I'm your guy.

Though I suffer from dyslexia
And mild manorexia,
My hair cannot commit to one popular genre of music
And though they all claim
That a girl can't take her boy's last name
Or end up divorced and estranged.
I'm counting on you.


Your other suitors are no poets
They're only actors who can play guitar
Have I won your heart?
They're not students or screenwriters
They're only models that they taught to read
Love, would you agree?


Quite sure you love me, Sherri
Quite sure I love you too
We'll each should make a verbal agreement
To only kiss each other
Because one time, beneath the sky
Outside my New York pigsty
I saw a vision of you and I

Ha ha!

Did it hurt?
Did it hurt?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, girl?

(Repeat bridge)

Love to all,
~your not so typical love song listener, Jess 


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