Posts Tagged ‘lyrics

18
May
20

Watching a Tay in Paris; a Capital One Performance

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So, I see an ad for a rare televised concert with the lovely Tay Swift and try my lousy best to remind myself when it airs. [I don’t follow her religiously on cable/pay-per-view/internet TV; so I’m surely missing several previous concerts and wondering why the local TV station felt it was time to broadcast one…maybe just to work a deal with Capital One and fill otherwise dead air time? I am fairly sure this Paris Lover concert aired previously on some other platform.]

I miss the first fifteen minutes while struggling to keep up with a mad movie I should have just skipped (but there really wasn’t anything great to watch, anyway). Then a light went off in my head, while dabbling with something creative, and I ran to see if it was still on. It was…and I felt self-conscious within a matter of minutes. [And, I tell myself, “At least, it’s not a teeny-bopper concert.”] Apparently, it was only an hour long?

My first impression…

I see several cameras taking shots of young women, mostly teenage girls, in the audience. And, everyone seems to be wearing some kind of light-up wristband…which reminds me of a picture I made of/for Tay with light streaming off a bracelet. I don’t exactly see any MEN cheering for or even ogling her. Maybe the guys are afraid of being targeted by the typically oppositional feminine energy. [So, I guess this is just a young meeting of the women’s movement, and I’m the lone thin-haired guy in the audience at The View.]

Also, Tay…looks a bit rough. She’s wearing a hot mess of black fabric and glitter. [Anyone cued up to do as her songs say is probably itching to fire flaming amazon arrows at me, right now, just for saying anything remotely critical.] She looks made up yet like she got caught in the rain and had to tie her clothes in knots to keep them from falling off. [Did I miss the rain delay? Did I forget someone mentioning she performed despite the rain? I thought I had heard something, once, about her performing on a rainy day.] But, it’s okay. I kinda like her this way. Aside from the glittery bits, which are a distraction, she looks raw, natural, down-to-earth, vulnerable…well, as vulnerable as she can until you get a good look at the usual red lips and heavy eye makeup.

[I’ve been looking over and for Tay photos, recently, to expand and improve my “artistic interpretations.” And, I’ve noticed Tay going through so many changes, so many different looks and hairstyles. Even in her Paris concert photos, she exhibits a few different looks, like she colors her hair every day (or wears wigs?). Even her “rival,” Katy Perry doesn’t seem to vary her looks that often; at least, not lately; nor Lady Gaga who, a few years ago, you’d see popping up in some crazy costume nearly every week (it seemed). And, I begin to wonder if she isn’t perpetually in some sort of identity crisis, not quite sure who to be and how to protect herself from the media shit storm, even when it’s not focused on her.

I get this feeling like she’s a delicate yet bold and brave flower tossing in a hurricane, torn between following some trend and being true to herself. Or, she just has the good genes (genes that don’t cause hair to fall out when you color it, for example) and ability to change her appearance like a superheroine or shapeshifter. And, some of the outfits she ends up wearing…they’re like “disaster relief” instead of “superstar glam.” I feel slightly motivated to play fashion coordinator for her…and slightly afraid someone would bite my fingers off just for trying.]

Getting back to the concert and the music…

With all of the commercial breaks–including plenty of Capital One ads–and a few behind-the-scenes bits, I’m not seeing much performance. I think I saw her sing four songs before the show ended. And, two of those were songs I had heard on the radio. But…something wasn’t quite right.

I put the captions (CC) on to see the lyrics (just because I wanted a bit of a karaoke experience and know how folks can poorly hear the real words when they are sung in a swirling sea of music). And, the words I saw on the screen did not match what Tay was singing. At least…they didn’t match what I was hearing. And, apparently, the audience was singing some second part whispered in the background of the track, because Tay sang one line, and the captions displayed another while the cameras cut to the audience (who I couldn’t hear singing anything).

Doing my best to calm down (eh) and not be too loud (me? standing on pins and needles with my index finger precariously pressed to my lips as I watch?), I also noticed, during that particular song, Tay had assistance from dancers who looked less drag-ish than her video counterparts. [And, thank gawd, there wasn’t an appearance by a bothersome poser-painter.] I did enjoy the big-screen graphical assistance and the overall energy of the performance…though the audience getting vocal over Tay’s…dancing was excessive.

[Just in case anyone is bothered and concerned I may be purely critical, here, I want to ensure I was just happy to see Tay perform on TV…I wanted to see her…not to judge her…but hoping every song wasn’t a coded message to some past relationship she had, like numerous other albums. On that note, when she says things like “twenty-year sleep,” I’m thinking…she has been deceived by boyfriends since she was ten? And, now that’s over?]

So, after a few typical tourist-y photos of Paris and slightly odd backstage clippings, we get to the end of the concert and the part where the performer tells the audience she’s never had this much fun. [UUUUGH! Yes, a grown man just turned into a groaning teenager. I know it’s something performers do, but I thought…I thought she was more…”real”…and that such sentiments could never be genuine. Do you say such things just to be nice? I mean…surely, she gets around and has had similar experiences.]

And, finally, during the end credits, I see the words “worship,” “love” and “false god” appear on the screen. So, I turn up the volume and listen (closer)… Is that what she’s singing? Worship love even if it’s a false god? What does that mean? That bit stuck with me the rest of the night like a bad taste in the mouth. Darn coded messages! [And, I feel so clueless, which really sucks when you pride yourself on being a metaphor man.] What was she trying to say in that song?

Help me out, dear and enduring (because I write so much in this space and am probably testing your peepers) readers. Was it…

A) She is a false god, some evil being posing as a sort of “messiah” and deceiving us all in her sway?

B) She is not the goddess people claim her to be; she wants people to know she’s just a down-to-earth gal so she stays humble and isn’t transformed in some vile way by the forces steering her career?

C) She sees past relationships (loves) as deceptive hopes put on high pedestals and repeats this mantra to herself to acknowledge her mistakes…in a way that isn’t her previous I’m-going-to-lace-my-present-hatred-of-you-after-I-dated-you-in-a-song mentality?

D) She has lost her lofty view of true love and now thinks in a more non-spiritual, earthy way, like so many others I’ve met, those who’ve been stripped of their souls by routine sexual pursuits?

Now then…I got all that out of my system and feel I can get on with my day. It’s probably best I don’t dwell much more on the subject. But, I’ll be “chuffed” if I see some responses to my question. [I used that word correctly; yes?]

23
Mar
20

Celebrity Social Media Wooptido; Tay, Kim and Kanye

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So, I must be rather bored to be even looking at the streaming pile of crap news put on these home pages for search engines.  And, I keep a wee eye out for news about my favorite blonde songstress, Tay Swift.  So, I see a blip about her and Kim K. making a public statement about something Kanye West texted/said?  And, I go hmm….

Annoyed by the pop-up bits….  No, I don’t want a cookie.  Even if I use a mouse.

Kanye wrote WHAT about Tay in his latest flop?  As if!  The horror.  And, sure Tay takes it in stride.  Be the bigger woman about it.  If that was me, I’d be a lil irked.  Sure, it all boils down to context.  But, seriously, Kanye?  Not necessary.  Wouldn’t I want to write something like that in a song I wrote?  Well, sure, I’d be tempted.  I mean…it’s Tay!  I adore the gal.  I would be lying if I didn’t have fantasy moments.  I write my own Capital One commercials.  😛  But, in a song I am going to sell and sing at some event?  NOT COOL!  No way I could make that part of my routine unless she was, in fact, my lover.

SO, there; I said my piece.  Two cents out.

06
Sep
19

What’s Left to Write About? The Fate of Creativity

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It’s all been done…said the Bare Naked Ladies long before the Big Bang.  They weren’t kidding.

I feel that periodic urge to pose like that Thinker statue, right now.   Deep Thoughts…by Jack Writingbolt.

I am not a man of few words, yet, even now, I am finding it hard to put into words the panic, dread and frustration I feel at the thought of lacking originality and creativity in this world.  As a creative spirit myself, I feel like a dryad about to lose his tree/forest and evaporate into nothingness…but the world won’t let me.  I’m still here, whether it’s to watch the world decay around me and slowly turn me toward the dark side…or to make some impacting, positive change yet to rock the world (at a time when the average person who rocks the world seems to be a guy under 30 with a huge chip on his shoulder that is never quite explained before he is “dealt with”).

Just the other day, a thought came to me…and this isn’t about one particular gorgeous songstress I admire.  What would song writers write about if they didn’t write about past or current relationships of some kind?  If they didn’t write about how a boss or partner/spouse wronged them or “did them right,” what would fill a CD?  It’s as if the air is so thick with lust and disgust that we can’t think any other way.  I, myself, have heard more than enough talk of sex and material ambitions that mean little to me; I can’t tune out enough…I can’t tune into anything better and am quickly losing my ability to be a good listener/therapist.  [Though, my back massages remain legendary.]

When I think of all the CDs I’ve sampled, I realize, too, what few songs make it to radio and how many more seemed doomed to only be heard by diehard fans.  Is it intentional to disregard the majority of an artist’s work to either sell CDs (and disappoint later) or discourage creativity?

Imagine being an artist hired to fill a gallery with your work.  But, when you present your year’s work, the owner of the gallery says “no” to two thirds or three fourths of it, forcing you to take back some pieces you thought were better than the ones given the “okay.”  How would you feel, after thinking you were free to fill the space with whatever you could do?  Now, imagine how that might affect your output over time.  Would you still make as much?  Change the type of output?  Scrap your whole portfolio and never go to art college?

Now, imagine being a songwriter and putting all of your energy into releasing a new album in time for some not-so-important-but-crucial release date only to milk crap from your teats…and one “hit” song.   [By the way, non-related note, I “love” how Spell Check just checked “teets” and offered “tweets” but nothing closer to teats.]  Tell me I am wrong.  [I’m not wrong.]  You fill the CD with songs about passing fancies with B- and C- list famous names; maybe you get a thrill from flirting with emotional danger.  Maybe it fuels your creativity (because nothing else in this smog-clouded world will).

Then you go about performing these songs at concerts to promote that recent album…and let fans know you still remember every song you ever wrote, just in case one or more wants to hear that song which is personal to you but meant something else to them at a time in their life.  “Oh, sing that song you sang about person A because that was playing when I had sex with boyfriend C last winter.”

Or, tell me concert goers, do these performers NOT sing these songs about past relations years later?   Are they eventually forgotten?  I say this because I know certain groups, like the Rolling Stones and Linkin Park, would perform a wide selection of their work, from start to…well, ultimate finish, in some cases.  I would like to think a performer could just forget some of the work they put out, even if it was made for therapy or just to fill an album.  But, can they?  I mean…it’s out there, in abundance.  It really makes you think about what some say about the internet.  When you put it out there…here…it’s never going away.

So, then I think…

Do these songwriters enjoy reliving every good and bad moment they had in life through their songs?  Or, are they chugging back bottles of acid relief to keep themselves from puking misery every time an unpleasant time replays with the song in their minds?

And then I think…

Imagine getting into a relationship with a musician and having to relive all those past relationships in song and public functions because your “date” is a walking billboard, YouTube channel or “Alexa” for a long list of steamy and heart-break-turned-bitter-revenge creations, like ugly, mean-spirited kids they are forced to tote around in the process of a painful divorce.  It’s like the thought of pairing up with a single parent or “separated” individual.  I’m sorry if I sound cold when I say the oxygen suddenly leaves my body, and I want to pound a table for more air just to breathe, again.  I’m just not that guy who wants to dish about past relations (unless it’s the topic on the table for an inevitable date discussion) or step in as the dad to someone’s kids.  I like to think I am stronger…

And, breathe.  No mas.  ‘Kay?  [‘Sorry if I don’t “hyper-link” that to a previous post of mine so you can read over a string of past thoughts that somehow connect through my blog.  You’ll just have to read backward and be amazed when something connects…or try key word searches.]

Food for thought.  And, on that note (which is quickly becoming my regular phrase and should go on a T-shirt), I have a post about food and how it plays with our minds, coming soon, if I don’t second guess it.

10
May
19

You Don’t Bring Me Pleasurrre…Anymorrre

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This one goes out to all you tech heads running this space.

You don’t bring me commeeeents.
You don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiips.

You hardly show me anything helpfulll, anymorrre,
When I log in during the downsiiide of my solituuuude.

I remember when this was all fresh and new;
And, flashing signs promised so many pleasing options.
You used to welcome me with that little light.
Now, I’m lucky if it ever shines.

When it’s good for you, WordPress,
It still sucks for me.

Well, you just roll over;
Roll out your new format
And tell me to update my technology.
Because you don’t bring me pleasurrrre, anymorrrre.

It used to be so simple. [Used to be.]
But, nothing ever is.
Just like breathing in all of the pollution,
Your place is littered with lousy biiiz.

WordPress, I’d say I remember all the things you taught me,
But then, I learned them before yooou.

I learned how followers are often nothing but cons, mindless drones and thieves.
And, how LIKES mean next to nothiiing.

Well, I also learned how to limit my usage
And apply my time to better thiiings.

But, honestlyyy, what are better thiiings?

So, do you think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye?

Because you don’t lead me to lasting friendshiiip.

You don’t confirm my work has valuuue.

And you don’t really bring me pleasurrre…anymorrre.

[But, I’ll still be posting here until divine intervention points me to a better alternative…until the love runs out.]
lyrics by Alan Bergermeister and Nellie Emerald, sung by Barracuda Heartstrings

30
Apr
19

Jem-esque Songs, T. Swift-Inspired

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So, the last time you heard from me, I was coming off my latest digital art craze and Tay Swift love wish/fest.  Among the projects I didn’t get to fully discuss was a stint with writing music.  I said, in my lil video letter to Tay, that I wanted to write songs with and for her.  And, as I was imagining her as a real-life Jerrica Benton from the old Jem cartoons, I came up with these…..

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I was trying to capture some of the original doll-box art “flair” with the star backdrop and translucent audio cassette tape/ribbon lyric streams.

It all started with “I Got a Letter,” which sounds like a typical Jem song when the writers didn’t give the blend of story and lyrics much thought and just went with something slightly poetic and relatable to the audience.  The effort improved slightly with “I Wanna Hear It From You” and “Wait Your Turn.”  Though, as the words played in my mind, I felt as if I was hearing lyrics from some other songs played on the radio.  So, if you recognize any of the lyrics, let me know from which song(s) I may have snagged them.

Notice any other subtle imagery or symbolism?

Here are the full lyrics pages.

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And, before I even came to writing little songs, I was designing record albums.

Here are a few cover samples.  And, as you can see, I was stuck in my Cutey Honey costume rut, as well.  I was a bit dry on title ideas.  The snake one is a play on Velvet Revolver (though I have no particular interest in the band); I was just responding to an astrological notion and Tay’s love of red things.  Taylor-for-ya Dreamin’–if you sound it out–is a play on California Dreaming.  Raining Tay is just a hair off of Training Day…but that’s not where my head was headed.  I was in more of a “kissing in the rain” frame of mind.  And, My Tay on the Highway is a play on My Way or the Highway (by Limp Bizkit) but intended as a collection of songs ideal for road trips.  Real Cool Acoustic Records…essentially RCA Records.  So, now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

 

 

15
May
17

Carmen-Sandiego-inspired! New and Old Lyrics to an Old PBS Delight

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So, about two weeks ago, SNL (Saturday Night Live) featured a Carmen-Sandiego-inspired mini-skit about a certain dubious political character.  It struck my funny bone so hard that I “geeked out,” reminiscing about the 90s and what was once a darn good PBS game show for kids (and geographically-challenged adults).  Not only did the show feature a mental challenge (and, for some contestants, a physical one); it also introduced a musical group known as Rockapella which, I think, sparked a serious a cappella movement (when they weren’t injecting humorous bits that may have flown over the heads of kids).

[I also heard about other projects through the grapevine.  There was some blurb about an adult Carmen movie?  Not sure I want to hear more about that.  And, there might be some kind of new Carmen Sandiego project, possibly a web series with Gina Rodriguez attached.  If it is a revitalization of that old PBS game show or the decent yet reasonably goofy cartoon series, maybe the creators would appreciate/respect my new lyrics.  Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.  😀 ]

So inspired was I, watching some episodes anew and inspired online videos, that I couldn’t help crafting a whole new set of lyrics to the show’s theme song!  I have left some bits in parentheses because I wasn’t sure how they fit.  [Input appreciated.]

AND (hearing myself sound like Lynn Thigpen as she described prize packages), some simple Carmen Sandiego calling cards.

Check ’em out and tell me whatchya think.  [I’ll also post my version of the original Rockapella lyrics.]

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My own lyrics to add/fit in:

(first verse)

She got the cops on the run while Roman with the Coliseum.
‘Left them…on a walkabout as she strolled down to Sydney.
‘Dropped a Rio Grande in Vegas and then ran out of De Janeiro.
Tell me…

(Chorus/Hook)

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Whoa-oh, where can she be?

(second verse)

Say ciao to your leaning tower; kiss your Taj Mahal Mumbai.
(You) Can’t slow her down when she’s on…one of her crime sprees.
Teaching you a history lesson is the Big Apple of her aye-aye.
Tell me…

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

(slow traveling section, IE Nashville to Norway, etc.)

She snatched the Red Square from Moscow, the Triangle from Bermuda,
While drawing circles ’round the pyramids of (Egypt and) Peru!

(scat sections)

Now, tell me where!
(softer second voice: …is Carmen Sandiego?)
Tell me where!
(softer second voice: …is Carmen Sandiego?)

Hire a henchman or two…!
To drop another clue!
That’s what you…didgeridoo…!
When Crimenet is after you!

(third verse)

She can bank on New Guinea, run off with Old Milwaukee,
Tear up Main Street and…shut down L.A.
What you’re left with is…right where it should be.
Tell me…

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

(fourth verse)

She grabbed Java, Indonesia, had tea with the Queen,
Scarfed some waffles in Brussels…topped with whipped cream,
Before she pilfered Parma and some vanilla bean.
Tell me…

Where in the world i-I-i-Is Carmen Sandiego?!

(scat)

Where in the wor-orld!
(softer second voice: …is Carmen Sandiego?)
Where in the wor-orld!
(softer second voice: …is Carmen Sandiego?)
Where in the world! Where in the world! Where in the world!
(softer second voice: …is Carmen Sandiego?)

Until next crime, detectives.

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And, lastly, the original Rockapella lyrics from the PBS game show.  [Pardon my variation of contractions, etc., if that bothers you.]

Well, she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina;
She’s a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize.
She will take you for a ride on a slow boat to China.
Tell me…

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Tell me where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Whoa-oh, tell me where in the world can she be?

Steal their Seoul in South Korea;
Make Antarctica cry “uncle.”
From the Red Sea to Greenland, they’ll be…singing the blues.
Well, they never Arkansas her steal the Mekong from the jungle.
Tell me…

She goes from Nashville to Norway, Bonaire to Zimbabwe,
Chicago to Czech and Slovakia and back!

Well, she will ransack Pakistan and run a scam in Scandinavia.
Then she will stick ’em up down under and go…pick-pocket Perth.
She put the “miss” in misdemeanor when she stole the beans from Lima.
Tell me…

Botswana to Thailand, Milan via Amsterdam,
Mali to Bali, Ohio, OaHU!…….

The warrant!…The warrant…The warrant!…

Ooooh, the chaaase…ooh-woo-woo-woooo, the chaaase…

Monday through Friday at five!

Well, she glides around the globe,
And she will flim-flam every nation.
She’s a double-dealing diva with a taste for thievery.
Her itinerary’s loaded with moving violations.
Tell me…

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? (x5)
Watch your back!

 

26
Feb
16

Pokemon Anniversary Art/Compositions, wave two

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I will start with small tributes to some of my favorite characters from the cartoon.

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Brock, the Pewter City rock gym leader and cook of the traveling protagonist trio

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Misty, the spitfire redhead from the Cerulean City gym of water pokemon

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Sabrina, the psychic pokemon gym leader who struggles parting with her childhood.

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Erika, the gentle (until irked) head of the Celadon City gym of plant/poison/perfume pokemon

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Duplica, the ditto trainer who seems to live alone in a house in the middle of nowhere

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and who could forget Jessie, James and Meowth of Team Rocket, doing their take on the Macarena.

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Squirtle shows his humorous side

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Officer Jenny denounces the evils of cage matches

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The original Ash (Satoshi, in Japan)

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And, my own female “cosplay” version

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In case you missed the last batch.  CLICK HERE.

 

 

 

 

 

18
Dec
15

So, This Is Aging…

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As the new year swiftly approaches (those of us who calculate time by the sun), I reflect on the past one and come to this conclusion, tweaking the lyrics of a holiday song.  [I am sure at least some of you know it.]

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So, this is aging…
And, what have you done?
Another year over.
Another has just begun.
A very lousy winter…
Had a break in the rear.
It wasn’t a good one…
Just to make that quite clear.
Spring and summer dragged on…
As recovery tested all.
And, just as the leaves fell…
I took another fall.
A very depressing birthday…
Was swiftly drawing near.
I hoped it would be a good one…
Without snow this year.
And, so it happened.
The sky was gray but flake-free.
I should have been happy.
Instead, I sank in misery.
Now, don’t let your chin fall.
And, send me no “sorries.”
I’ve been here before, ya know.
And, next year, I’ll have more stories.
And, so this is aginnnnnng…
Have a happy new yearrrrr…
Let’s hope it’s a good onnnne…
Without any fearrrr…

Writingbolt’s adaptation of a familiar Christmas tune. 12-13-2015

12
May
15

Kindle Fandango, the modern Reading Rainbow opening song lyrics

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Shutterfly on the neeet…

Amazon has me seeet…

Take a look…

It’s out for Nook…

A Kindle Fandangooo…

IIIIIIII caaan Google anythiiiiing…

Take a look…

It’s out for Nook…

A Kindle Fandangooo…

A Kindle Fandangooooooo…

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Revised lyrics Some more crazy random brainstorming about internet tech/lingo by Writingbolt

20
Apr
15

Profound Thoughts: Beauty and the Lyrics

And now, it’s time for more Profound Thoughts with Writingbolt…

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You know what song seems to stick with me when thinking about finding genuine happiness in love and friendship? That 1992 animated title song, “Beauty and the Be–”

I love most of the lyrics but am not so fond of the title/one chorus line.

Why does the guy have to be a monster? I mean…I get it. It’s part of the story, the lesson. But, the song would be so much more universal if it didn’t pigeon-hole the guy as something quite possibly vile and dangerous.

Of course, what’s in a name? Maybe, for some, a bea– is not such a bad thing. Some might even say it’s a sexy, masculine term. Ooh, he’s such a b’ in bed!

Of course, some women say they like the “bad boy” or the guy who “lives dangerously.” But, that’s a fleeting feeling for another post.

I will try to think of a better word to finish the line. What about “beauty and the gentleman”? Or, “beauty and her man”?

Of course, none of those rhyme with “least.” Why did they have to pick that word? Because it was probably the only thing they could think of–other than yeast–to rhyme with the title. And, what would they do with yeast? The only thing that comes to mind…is a rather unpleasant female problem.

So, how about this? “Beauty and Her Man-Feast.” Yes. That sounds better. Don’t you think? Come and get your man-feast on. Bon appetite, ladies.

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