Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
The Beatles - Please Please Me, 1963
What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction is guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me
Bon Jovi - Lay Your Hands On Me, 1989
If you get down on me, I'll get down on you
I will do anything that you want me to
It's a game of give and take to make it through
So if you get down on me, I'll get down on you tonight
b4-4 - Get Down, 2000
Now, I'm no rap aficionado, so I can't quote you any rap lyrics that take this trend any further. But you catch my drift, right? I'm not going to have to attempt writing a rap song to demonstrate, am I? Actually, that could be a rather fun exercise, but also very very embarrassing.
O, how young and innocent we began! "Please". Please please, even! We eventually refer to "it" as "getting down", which still seems rather subtle if you, like me, were only a sheltered ten year old with no knowledge of the phrase when this song came out. But now? Now it seems rather explicit. Well, not that explicit when I consider rap music, but still. I need to look up that word "digress", because I think that word would work here, but I don't actually want to use it because I'm not 100% sure it's what I mean but I don't really feel like looking it up even though that would have been much easier than typing all this out.
But then I think, wait. By this logic, by the way I believe music has progressed, I should like rap music. If my tastes in general writing are the same as my tastes in music writing, rap music should really speak to me. I like putting things bluntly, plainly, clearly. No fancy words, no sugar coating. Telling it how it is. No beating around the bush. No hidden meaning. No bullshit!
Today in Creative Writing we analyzed the sonnet "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" by Shakespeare. In the ten-twenty minutes it took to discuss it, I ended up only writing down "his girlfriend is ugly but he still loves her". No fanfare. No euphemisms. That's what old Billy meant. He didn't mean "his girlfriend isn't perfect but he still loves her" — no! He meant she's an ugly chick (or possibly dude) who is gross and smelly, but he loves her anyway.
Uhhh… love! I'm about sick of that today after the lovefest that took place while we analyzed (or rather, attempted to analyze rather horribly) "Wonderful Tonight" today. Fuck! Since when is Creative Writing class love class?
I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
How much I love you
Eric Clapton - Wonderful Tonight
Zaaaah! This is hardly the best verse (well, bridge?), but that's what everyone picked as their favourite part. No! It's the first verse! The first! "Yeah yeah, you look great, hurry the hell up". THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS BEAUTIFUL. Eric Clapton is a goddamn genius. How many guys could write a song about how pissed off they were waiting for their girlfriend to get dressed and still have her love him?
Hurry the fuck up
You're taking too long
In the time it takes you to get your hair done
I'll have written an entire song
Me
Okay, okay. So if Eric Clapton had written that song about moi, yes, I would probably melt into a pile of goo. But come on! It's Eric Clapton! If Eric Clapton had pointed at a 15 degree angle away from me, I would have melted, but he apparently didn't see any need to move in the two hours that I sat and watched him. I wonder if that was actually him, or just like, a hologram? Something to ponder.