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You Belong With Me, deconstructed

Or, why Taylor Swift is a Nice Guy(tm). Courtesy of NinjaCate on Jezebel, this analysis of Taylor Swift’s song as a demo for why she’s problematic when it comes to women’s issues.

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset
She’s going off about something that you said
‘Cause she doesn’t get your humor like I do

Or perhaps his girlfriend has a legitimate concern that she is trying to have addressed. You have no idea. You are not actually privy to the discussion.

I’m in the room, it’s a typical Tuesday night
I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like
And she’ll never know your story like I do

I’m so different from her! We’re meant to be!

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts

Slut shaming much?

She’s Cheer Captain and I’m on the bleachers

I mean everyone knows cheerleaders (jocks, sexy guys anyone who is not a “Nice Guy”) are total bitches

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

This is literally every Nice Guy’s argument

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can’t you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me

Again, typical Nice Guy shit. Just because you are a nice person in general, does not mean that he is obligated to reciprocate your feelings….

Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey, isn’t this easy?

Don’t take much issue with this other than to say, maybe tell him how you feel?

And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven’t seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you’re fine, I know you better than that
Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?

Yes, because this GF who you are clearly trying to replace is the be all and end all of his problems. And that’s not to say that a friend cannot clearly see that another friend might be in a relationship that makes them unhappy, and saying so. But that’s entirely different from having the ulterior motive of stepping into the current SO’s shoes.

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers

Again. Slut shaming

She’s Cheer Captain and I’m on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can’t you see?
You belong with me

Same as above

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

Why are you creeping at his back door :/

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re ’bout to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me ’bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it’s with me

This is the entitlement that Nice Guys have. Just because YOU like HIM, doesn’t mean that he HAS to like you. For all you know, he may have very solid reasons for not pursuing a romantic relationship. Which is another reason you should TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL instead of pining like an idiot.

Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can’t you see?
You belong with me

Same as above

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

Same as above

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me

No, but clearly you have, so maybe suggest it instead of bashing his GF?

And that doesn’t even touch on the very heavy-handed Madonna-Whore shit she does in the video.

/End
*curtsies*

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Weakest Shade of Blue

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Pernice Brothers

won’t you come away with me
and begin something we can’t understand
i’m as lonely as the Irish Sea
i’m as willing as the sand
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
won’t you come unbury me
could you light me up like a lemon grove
i’ll save you from this dreamy life
to the hardest love you could ever know
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
but don’t cry baby,
please don’t cry baby
i’ll be tender til the day i die
this love i have for you is terrible and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue
its ruinous and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue
weakest shade of blue
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?
but don’t cry baby,
please don’t cry baby
i’ll be tender til the day i die
this love i have for you is terrible and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue
weakest shade of blue…

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California Stars

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Words: woody guthrie – music: jay bennett/jeff tweedy 1997

Sung by Billy Bragg/Wilco

I’ve had this song in my music library with a bunch of other Wilco for awhile but never really listened to it until it was mentioned in a couple different blogs I read. I threw it in a playlist recently and it popped up this morning on the way to work, so I have it stuck in my head…

I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I’d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass lke friendly wine
So, I’d give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

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Music Rediscovered

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We finally we able to upgrade the firmware on our Terabyte server last weekend, and it’s finally behaving in a stable fashion with iTunes (fingers crossed). It was apparently having trouble with long file names (!) and iTunes loves to create long file names, so it kept hiccuping. Since I’ve been home this week, I’ve been able to sort out and reload lots of our music that was acting funny, and I’ve been able re-rip lots of our CDs that have been buried in boxes since we moved in. One of my old favorites I haven’t listened to in many years – the Doo Wop Box.

I’ve been running around the house singing along – Stephanie’s already rolling her eyes. It’s probably safe to say you might here a few songs from this boxed set at our wedding reception, like maybe this…

Buzz Buzz Buzz
The Hollywood Flames
(The Doo Wop Box: 101 Vocal Group Gems from the Golden Age of Rock ‘N’ Roll)
(wha-ooh, wha-ooh, wha-ooh, wha-ooh)
Well buzz buzz buzz goes the bumble bee
A twiddledeedledee goes a bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling,
Its the sweetest sound Ive ever heard.
Well, Ive seen the beauty of the red, red rose,
Seen the beauty when the skies are blue,
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset- but the beauty of you!
Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb,
Sweet are the grapes from the vine,
But theres nothing as sweet as you, darling,
And I hope some day you’ll be mine!

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Kingdom In The Sky

Kingdom In The Sky
by DaVinci’s Notebook
From the album: The Life and Times of Mike Fanning
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All my life I have been searching for that fabled promised land,
With my sisters and my brothers, we shall walk there hand-in-hand.
Through the trials and tribulations, and the devil’s cruel temptations
I know that we’ll all get there one day!
After years and years of wandering, oh, the kingdom we shall find
and the doors might not be open, but we’ll gather in the line.
And our hearts will swell with pride the day those gates swing open wide
and we take a walk down Main Street, USA!
Oh, that Magic Kingdom in the Sky!
We will all be there together by and by!
We will all drink from the fountain and go riding on Space Mountain
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the Sky!

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Popular!

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So after seeing the musical, I’ve been listening to the new Wicked Soundtrack, and I seem to be stuck on one song that I keep playing over and over… Popular. Hee. I love this song. Possibly because it’s sung by Glinda, and I love Glinda, despite her character being a bubble-headed misguided person in this version of the story.

(spoken) Elphie – now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to
make you my new project.

ELPHABA
(spoken) You really don’t have to do that

GALINDA
(spoken) I know. That’s what makes me so nice!
(sung) Whenever I see someone
Less fortunate than I
(And let’s face it – who isn’t
Less fortunate than I?)
My tender heart
Tends to start to bleed
And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Tho’ it’s the toughest case I’ve yet to face
Don’t worry – I’m determined to succeed
Follow my lead
And yes, indeed

You will be:
Popular!
You’re gonna be popular!
I’ll teach you the proper ploys
When you talk to boys
Little ways to flirt and flounce
I’ll show you what shoes to wear
How to fix your hair
Everything that really counts
To be popular
I’ll help you be popular!
You’ll hang with the right cohorts
You’ll be good at sports
Know the slang you’ve got to know
So let’s start
‘Cause you’ve got an awfully long way to go:

Don’t be offended by my frank analysis
Think of it as personality dialysis
Now that I’ve chosen to be come a pal, a
Sister and adviser
There’s nobody wiser
Not when it comes to popular –
I know about popular
And with an assist from me
To be who you’ll be
Instead of dreary who-you-were: are:
There’s nothing that can stop you
From becoming popu-
Ler: lar:
La la la la
We’re gonna make
You popular

When I see depressing creatures
With unprepossessing features
I remind them on their own behalf
To think of
Celebrated heads of state or
Specially great communicators
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don’t make me laugh!
They were popular! Please –
It’s all about popular!
It’s not about aptitude
It’s the way you’re viewed
So it’s very shrewd to be
Very very popular
Like me!

(spoken) Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You’re beautiful.

ELPHABA (spoken) I – I have to go:

GALINDA
(spoken) You’re welcome!
(sung) And though you protest
Your disinterest
I know clandestinely
You’re gonna grin and bear it
Your new found popularity
La la la la
You’ll be popular –
Just not as quite as popular
As me!

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Eminem – Mosh Lyrics

From the album Encore

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[I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible
It feels so good to be back..]

Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind
I ostracize my right to express when I feel it’s time
It’s just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight you take it as I gonna whip someone’s ass
If you don’t understand don’t even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi task
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who has held long too few more rap acts
Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mister kiss his ass crack, he’s a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won’t steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
To the people up top, on the side and the middle,
Come together, let’s all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
Don’t matter what color, all that matters is we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain’t gonna stop us, they can’t, we’re stronger now more then ever,
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go,
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push up, mush, fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home come on just . . .
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won’t stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
Imagine it pouring, it’s raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone’s trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we’re responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist
Now this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain’t loyal
If we don’t serve our own country we’re patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it’s all lies, the stars and stripes
They’ve been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you’ll know why, because I told you to fight
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won’t stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors

[Eminem speaking angrily]

And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert storm, in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president, for the present, and mosh for the future of our next generation, to speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator, can they hear us?

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American Idiot Lyrics

Lyrics to the new Green Day song that’s at the top of the charts right now. From their new Album “American Idiot”

Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.
Well maybe I’m the faggot America.
I’m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.
Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information Age of hysteria.
It’s going out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For thats enough to argue.

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Henry Kissinger

I’m not much of an autograph hound. I’ve never really understood the attraction of getting a celebrity to sign a piece of paper for you. I can see it on some things, like baseball. If you happen to catch the record-breaking home run of so-and-so player and you get him/her to sign the ball, that’s sort of like owning a piece of history. That’s kind of cool. But just getting something signed, that seems weird to me. Is it so you can prove you met the person? Because, well, who cares? It’s not like that somehow makes you cool because you met a random person. And the concept really gets lost on my when people start selling autographs, because then you can’t even say you met the person, you just bought something they once put a pen to, and how is that cool, exactly?

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Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We got some work to do now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We need some help from you now.
Come on Scooby-Doo, I see you…
pretending you got a sliver.
But you’re not fooling me, cause I can see,
the way you shake and shiver.
You know we got a mystery to solve,
so Scooby-Doo be ready for your act.
(Scooby-Doo) Uh-uh Uh-uh
Don’t hold back!
And Scooby-Doo if you come through
you’re going to have yourself a scooby snack!
That’s a fact!
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you.
You’re ready and you’re willing.
If we can count on you Scooby-Doo,
I know you’ll catch that villain.

Scooby-Do Gang

(2014 update – not a clue why I was posting the Scooby-Do theme song here.)

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