Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13

Subjects of Songs

I just gotta say . . . I feel really sorry for the people other people write songs about.
Like, basically for pretty much every guy Taylor Swift or Adele has ever dated or crushed on.
Take "Teardrops on my Guitar", for example.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love that song. It's part of the reason I respect Taylor: it's not a catty song about her liking a guy and trying to steal him. It's about her liking a guy and wanting him to be treated right and loved, even if it's not her being loved back. If fact, she tries her best not to interfere.
I really respect that.
But I hope she went by the whole "the names have been changed to protect the innocent" thing, because if she really liked some guy named Drew . . . somebody really felt awful when that was released.
Or say, Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts".
I love that song, too. Actually, it seems like I've been living some of the songs from "Lovestrong" lately, but that's slightly irrelevant. 
If you watch the music video, it's heartbreaking, but beautiful in a bitter, sad sort of way.
It's like she hates him for what he did to her . . . but knows he's going to end up hurt in the end, too.
That guy must feel pretty bad too.
I guess I just feel like I'd have to walk on eggshells around my friend if they were a songwriter - I wouldn't want to end up the butt of a song.
Though, in a way, I guess it's sort of a nod: they meant enough to them that they wrote a song about them.
Anyway, it's just interesting.
And sad.
And sweet, sometimes.

Thursday, December 1

Some Christmas Songs are MENTAL

Seriously.
Have you heard what is pumped through our radio station playlists?
Take for instance "Santa Baby" (lyrics and info courtesy of christmas-lyrics.org):


Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight.


"Santa Baby" is a Christmas song written by Joan Javits, Philip Springer, and Tony Springer. The song was originally sung and recorded in 1953 by Eartha Kitt. The song was a huge hit for Kitt, and she later said that it was one of her favorite songs to record. The song is a tongue-in-cheek look at a Christmas list sung by a woman who wants the most extravagant gifts like sable, yachts and decorations from Tiffany's. The version recorded by Cynthia Basinet in 1997 is often mistakenly credited as having been sung by Marilyn Monroe; in fact, Monroe never recorded the song.


Are you bloomin' kiddin' me?!

Unless this lady woman is Mrs. Claus, I think Santa oughta skip her chimney tonight . . . because that is going to be awkward . . . She's probably waiting up for him . . .
Stalker.