Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Inspired by Manxome's comments re misogyny and music and a few of her favorite things:
Climacteric Clambake: The Antidote
for your reading pleasure, in their entirety - the lyrics to the great Peter Gabriel's
KISS THAT FROG
Jump in the water
Sweet little princess
Let me introduce his frogness
You alone can get him singing
He's all puffed up, wanna be your king
Oh you can do it
Lady kiss that frog
Splash, dash heard your call
Bring you back your golden ball
He's gonna dive down in the deep end
He's gonna be just like your best friend
So what's one little kiss
One tiny little touch
Aaah, he's wanting it so much
I swear that this is royal blood
Running through my skin
Oh can you see the state I'm in
Kiss it better, Kiss it better(Kiss that frog)
Get it into your royal head
He's living with you, he sleeps in your bed
Can't you hear beyond the croaking
Don't you know that I'm not joking
Aaah, you think you won't
I think you will
Don't you know that this tongue can kill
Lady kiss that frog
Let him sit beside you
Eat right off your plate
You don't have to be afraid
There's nothing here to hate
Ah, princess you might like it
If you lower your defence
Kiss that frog, and you will
Get your prince [x2]
(Huh!)Jump in the water
c'mon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, c'mon baby get wet with me
Jump in the water, c'mon baby jump in with me
Jump in the water, c'mon baby get wet (get wet, get wet)
Kiss that frog, lady kiss that frog [x4]
Jump in the water, c'mon baby jump in with me [x3]
Jump in the water, c'mon baby get wet(get wet, get wet) [x6]
A note for the irony- or metaphorically-challenged: by "frog" the songwriter means "penis", and by "kiss" he means "fellate". just so we're all on the same page.
Now, I mentioned this instance of an otherwise (assumedly) unimpeachable recording artist singing about something rather less than wholesome on my fellow blogger's comments section. I know good and well I commented. I simply mentioned it, sans any related commentary, in a single judgment-free sentence. And when I went to check back on the discussion, it appeared that my fellow blogger deleted my comment.
I feel so...silenced.
I mean, damn. I didn't want to cause trouble. I wanted to talk about the fact that it's hard to find a perfectly pure body of work created by perfectly pure artists. I wanted to discuss how to deal with it when one of one's favorite artists creates something disappointing. I wanted to engage in a dialogue about art and music and all that good stuff. Now I don't have much of a chance to discuss anything or learn anything, being all deleted and stuff, like a common ordinary everyday troll.
I say again - ouch!
I know it's her blog and her rules. Certainly I don't begrudge her that. But I can't help but get the creepy feeling that this act of deleting might be evidence of some kind of wider-ranging anti-Antiprincess sentiment...I'm already modded out of existence at the Den, nobody acknowledges my presence at a couple other blogs, and only a precious few commenters ever bother to comment here...Does the intarweb somehow know I smell funny or something? What is up?
I think I'm being snubbed, like Alison Assiter at Sheila Jeffrey's birthday party. And I'm having a hard time seeing how that's fair or sisterly or done in the spirit of love for all women.
yep, I am hypersensitive. Absolutely guilty as charged. It's personal. I dont' really expect anyone to drown me in sympathy or anything. But for all that it pushes my own personal little buttons, remember this:
100% of dictators agree - Censorship works!
it's making me crazy.
I know I commented. I know it for sure. yet there's no trace of a comment there at all.
I could well be delusional - it wouldn't be the first time. but I am as certain as I can be that I commented. it was there at about 4:00, it was there at about 7:00 - and then it was gone at about 8:00.
unless I'm hallucinating. which is possible.
I hate people. Have I mentioned this?
thanks for the recommendation, Jean. I will check out Rob's site forthwith.