WTF?

I was listening to "Vehicle" by Ides of March on the radio this morning, and really listened to the lyrics for the first time:

I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a lovable man
And I can take you to the nearest star.
I'm your vehicle, baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.
I'm your vehicle, woman
But I'm not sure you know
That I love ya (love ya)
I need ya (need ya)
I want ya,
Got to have you child,
Great God in heaven you know I love you.

What the hell? Was I gigging to a song about a kidnapping child molester?

Another one is "Give It To Me Baby" by Rick James.

That shit is rape-ish.

When I came home last night
You wouldn't make love to me
You went fast asleep
You wouldn't even talk to me

You say I'm so crazy
Coming home intoxicated
I say just want to love you, I just wanna love you, baby
Guess that's why I'm so elated, come on, girl

You see, how can I love you (how can I love you, baby)
When your body keeps on movin'
I say wait till I squeeze you, oh
Maybe then you'll start to groovin', come on, girl

Shit makes me picture her knocked out, Rick all high as the sky and trying to do it to her. She's trying to squirm away, and he's not taking no for an answer. I can't listen to this song the same way anymore.

most of r. kelly's stuff, post-public announcement.

FunkMistress said:

Oh, dammmn, now I see it in a whole new way too.
You're right on the rape-ish vibe.
Creepy.

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

Even during!

Little cute Aaliyah's got it...

FunkMistress said:

*shudders*...gaaaaah!

I swear, most of the old blues songs and then later the classic rock songs, always use the words "little girl" in them.

And this one, always freaks me out:

The Beatles - Run For Your Life

Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end little girl

Well I know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end little girl

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end little girl
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah (fade out)


[Edited 9/22/06 11:53am]

FunkMistress said:

Yeah, I used to love that song until I heard that bit. Then I felt disgusting for ever liking it.

minneapolisgenius said:

TommyRoss said:

Well, when the song came out, we didn't know who Aaliyah was! This was like '92 or '93.

Like a Virgin--by Madonna wtf?

minneapolisgenius said:

Speaking of that...

Hey little girl
Is your daddy home?
Did he go and leave you all alone?
I got a bad desire
Whoa, I'm on fire

Bruce Springsteen - I'm on Fire. That song made me when I was 11-years-old.

FunkMistress said:

i was in 7th grade when "vibe" came out...and when the whole r. kelly/aaliyah marriage scandal went on. me and all the girls in my class was like "what? she's around our age!"

TommyRoss said:

Right?

That reminds me of another one: "Time of the Season" by The Zombies.

What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time
To show you what you need to live?

That always made me feel icky.

TommyRoss said:

Damn.

I always loved Zeppelin's "Sick Again" lyrics about the teen groupies they knew:

From the window of your rented limousine, I saw your pretty blue eyes
One day soon you're gonna reach sixteen, Painted lady in the city of lies.

Oh, do you know my name? Do I look the same
You know I'm the one you want. I must be the one you need, yeah

Clutching pages from your teenage dream In the lobby of the Hotel Paradise
Through the circus of the L.A. queens. How fast your learn the downhill side

Oh, do you know my name? Do I look the same
You know I'm the one you want. I must be the one you need.

Lips like cherries and the brow of a queen, Come on, flash it in my eyes
Said you dug me since you were thirteen, then you giggle as you heave and sigh.

Oh, do you know my name? Do I look the same
You know I'm the one you want. I must be the one you need.

Hours, hours, and the moments in between, Oh, baby, I couldn't count the times
the fun of comin', oh the pain in leavin', Baby, dry those silver eyes

Oh, do you know my name? Do I look the same
You know I'm the one you want. I must be the one you need,

Ooh, that's right.

FunkMistress said:

That song's one of my favorites, but yeah...that part. Especially when they echo it - "Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy?)"

For years I slept on The Knack's My Sharona.

JackieBlue said:

always get it up
for the touch
of the younger kind

FunkMistress said:

Gross! I never pay attention to that song, so I never heard those lyrics.

TommyRoss said:

I've never been able to listen to it the same way.

Immortal Technique- Dance With the Devil


[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Well, damn.

But that song is pretty straightforward. I'm talking about songs that you used to sing along to and gig to, then in retrospect you realized, "Waaaaait a minute, there's something not quite right here!"

Saving All My Love For You by Whitney Houston

I don't know when I finally realized the man she's singing to was most-likely married.

JackieBlue said:

Poor Whitney.






That adulterous bitch!

FunkMistress said:

Some of Frank Zappa's music get the from me. There's a song where he's singing about eating YELLOW SNOW and Making Doggy Doo Doo sno-cones Whatever kind of dope that man was doing, I would'nt want any part of.

JackieBlue said:

Most likely married?

"Youuuuu've got your family
And theeeeey need you there."

Homie was married with chi'ren. That's why it creeps me out/let me dumbfounded me when that 17-year-old girl on American Idol sang it a few years ago. I was screaming at the TV, "Do you even know what you're singing!?"

ThePunisher said:

TommyRoss said:

Yeah, I figured he was married but I was trying to leave room for a Goldie & Kurt type situation but regardless it was a man who was attached. I dont know what I was thinking all those years.

I figured out "My Sharona" way later on too.