My Tired Thoughts on a Few Songs

Beyonce's song has proper grammar and Nickleback's does not. "If I Were A Boy" uses the subjunctive mood. "If Today Was Your Last Day" uses the more popular, but technically incorrect indicative mood. Yes, I think too much.



So What by P!nk is a rough song. This is where you're going to possibly laugh and call me crazy, but I think behind the song is someone who is hurting, but determined not to show it, and have a devil-may-car attitude to disguise pain. She says 'So what', but I feel more behind that. I'm not sure what else to say, but this is what I think every time I hear the song.



And then last night, I was tired physically (aka - got hit by a train or played four hours of Ultimate Frisbee), and emotionally, and this song hit me hard. I've never actually heard the song, but someone recited the lyrics a few weeks ago. The first part I don't care as much for, but the second half...I hide my romantic side behind sarcasm, but this coaxes it out.

Manly Man (By Bradley Hathaway)

I don't want my long hair
pretty green eyes with
no I do not have on mascara
Eyelashes
Skinny figure
Undersized T-shirt
Hip
Shake
Too
Much
when I walk
Confuse anybody...
I am a Manly Man!
Within this sissy frame
obviously rib laden chest
lies a heart
that beats
to the drum of a
Native American ritual dancing
wildness
It pumps an evercascading supply of untamedness
that a herd of wild mustangs have yet to grasp.
If danger lurks about, I will seek it out.
If adventure abounds, there I will be found.
If a damsel be in distress
I will show her who is best.
I am a Manly Man!
Because I don't flush
and I leave the lid up.
I drive a nineteen
eighty-eight
Ford Pick-up truck.
Girls don't break up with me
I break up with them first!
(except the last time, it didn't really work out like that )
I don't shave the hair on my face
(because I still can't grow facial hair yet,but when I can
I won't.)
Because beards are tough.
I fart
burp
spit
when I want
Not caring who's nearby
Disrespect my momma
and I will punch you in the eye!
I am a Manly Man!
Or am I?
I tell my guy friends that I love them.
And sometimes,sometimes, I even hug them.
No because I'm not gay. But because I love em'.
When I watched Bambi
I cried.
When my mema gets mad
I still run and hide.
Like David I want to be a man after God's own heart.
I'm not there yet, but I'm past the start.
And when people talk
I try to listen
a spirit of compassion
That's my vision.
Surely I am a Manly Man
I want to be loved
and have love
and give Love.
(and not just that romantic kind either)
Although I am looking for that beauty
Not helpless
But wants to be rescued. [Best. Line. Ever.]
The Damsel in distress
Man
Woman
Myth
True.
I will fight for her.
Climb the highest tower for her
Love her.
Share with her.
Delight in her.
Be her warrior.
Her protector.
She will be my crown
and I will be hers.
My Masculinity will be passed down
and affirmed to my sons.
Each of my daughters will know they are lovely
and deserving of authentic romance.
Society tells me all day long
That I have defined manhood completely wrong.
But you ask any honest man and he will agree
You ask any honest woman and she too will see
That I am a Manly Man!

Hasta luego...

Daddy's Little Girl

So, last night I felt rather frustrated with my current relationship with my father. Introvert that I am, I process things by writing more often than speaking. A short story didn't work, a poem was close, but not quite, so I settled for something that could be either song lyrics or a poem. I'm settling on song lyrics, and if I read through them, I can hear someone singing them. Oddly, this unknown singer sounds a lot like Taylor Swift, of whose songs I own none, and don't particularly care for. I wrote this to the sounds of cannon and execution squads last night. Alright, fireworks and insanely long strings of firecrackers, and the screams of manic children hopped up on sugar. That has absolutely nothing to do with the song, I just thought I'd share.


Daddy's Little Girl

Can't you see, I'm seventeen,
Still young but so much older than you think
Impossible to tell, which am I gonna be today,
A friend or just a kid again?
One day you say, "Not there, not safe,"
Or "Make sure you're not back too late."
The next I pool my courage and ask,
Expecting disappointment, and then you laugh.
"It's no problem, girl, sure thing,
And when you're headed home just give me a ring."

Dad, someday, you've gotta see
That home's not where I want to be
It's hard, I know, and kind of scary, but to me it's worse to always be wary
To not know what you think of me.
Am I a friend, or am I a child,
You know I won't do something wild
Please, Dad, I know that it hurts,
And I pray this doesn't make it worse
But you know I won't go out and be beguiled.
I love you, and please don't close the door,
but I'm not your little girl anymore.

You let me go, you made this choice,
So please just let me have my own voice.
What you let out, you can't always take back,
So when I ask, please don't attack.
I loved you then, and I love you now,
But you've gotta make up your mind somehow.

Dad, someday, you've gotta see
That home's not where I want to be
It's hard, I know, and kind of scary, but to me it's worse to always be wary
To not know what you think of me.
Am I a friend, or am I a child,
You know I won't do something wild
Please, Dad, I know that it hurts,
And I pray this doesn't make it worse
But you know I won't go out and be beguiled.
I love you, and please don't close the door,
but I'm not your little girl anymore.

I can't be, you've gotta see
This is my chance to really be me
I'm living life, and it is good,
So please just treat me like you should.
I don't know it all, I know that much,
But I can't live with this heavy-handed touch.
Dad, you taught me, raised me,
Love me, praise me, laugh with me,
Run with me, but this ain't maybe
'Cause you've got see that I'm not your little girl anymore.
I'll always be your little girl.
I can't be your girl that way anymore.


Yeah. I only edited it once. So if it's rough, or sentimental, or just comes off as a whining rant, be honest and tell me. Hasta luego.