I Used to Love Her, But I Had to Kill Her
The Highwayman by Loreena McKennitt (based on a poem by Alfred Noyes.
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Loudon Wainwright III’s “Suicide Song” and "Suicide Is Painless (The Theme From MAS*H) both endorse killing yourself.
Are you talking about these lyrics:
*Hey now (wow), look at that. Did he really run you down?
At the end of the drive, the lawmen arrive you make me feel
alive alive alive *
I’ve been trying to figure out what that song’s about for years and so far all I’ve come up with is “catchy beat”.
How 'bout Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant? Littering doesn’t exactly rank up there with murder or infidelity, but it can still land you in trouble with the law.
Not just the stupidity of leaving her calling card; her own behavior that she glorifies is none too admirable.
Going into the bar and cock-blocking him as a warning to her would be preferable.
I agree that there are a lot of folk standards that romaticize, at the very least, bad behavior.
Some versions of Goodnight, Irene include lines about morphine use, which leads one to wonder whether that might have something to do with Irene’s presence in the grave. (Other versions get even more direct.)
Then there are the songs that are simply dealing with fucked up people or relationships.
Pete Seeger’s version of Barbara Allen comes to mind as being near the top of this category. She can’t give him the time of day, even when he’s dying, but once he’s gone, she’s going to die without him?
Then there’s the song cycle centering on Sweet William, which I have to admit I’m glad I’ve never heard that I can recall it. (This is just one version, there are many…)
What about Frankie and Johnnie? I love this song, but egads, the amount of fucked up in it is impossible to measure. Not to mention the slur against Nellie Bly included in passing.
Oh, and almost every song mentioned in this thread should count, I think. (Not quite all, but most of them, certainly.)
What’s wrong with Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat? The lyrics make it clear that the only rocking he’s doing is what the SOS Missions listed as immoral behavior, so the larger motif that making trouble is bad for you and your neighbors that the phrase is associated with doesn’t apply, I don’t think.
Otherwise, I agree with you about the musical. I love it, and hate it at the same time. It’s fun, and I enjoy the movie version with Sinatra and Brando, and I cringe for most of the songs.
It’s pretty bad when the Burlesque songs are some of the least effed up lyrics in the show.
ETA: I met a woman who was dancing as one of Miss Adelaide’s girls in an off-Broadway production of Guys and Dolls, and we horrified our mutual friend who had introduced us by listing all the ways that the songs and characters made us cringe. He had no real taste for musical theatre, and knew very, very little of the specific show his friend was working on.
Delia’s Gone
First time I shot her I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia’s gone, one more round Delia’s gone
Well, nothing now that you bring it up; I’d forgotten about it. Not that I agree with the definition of immoral behavior in the song, but trying to shoot craps in a life boat is just wrong.
“Let us not have a vulgar quarrel.” (I wish I could type the accent).
Let’s see, embarrass everyone in the bar, including that poor silly girl, or vent on an inanimate object that symbolize all that is wrong with our current culture, specifically our tendency to indulge in and glorify self-destructive behavior …
I’m still takin’ out his lights. You go cause a scene, and I’ll meet you down the street for a beer and we can deconstruct a few C&W lyrics.
The Rolling Stones’ “Brown Sugar” bothered me a lot more after I actually read the lyrics, which are pretty much all about beating and raping female slaves.
Is Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" another one of those vigilante songs?
Or should I say “pre-emptive strike” ?
Someone already mentioned Zevon’s “Mr. Bad Example”, but it was tailor made for this thread. Some sample verses:
*I started as an altar boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled “Children’s Fund”
I’d leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
…
I got a part-time job at my father’s carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan*
You’ve gotta love a songwriter who can work ‘Naugahyde divan’ into a lyric.
I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman’s comp and pauperized the lot
I miss Warren.
A little of both, I’d say. He cheats on her, she ruins his prized vehicle. “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats,” she sings, and then later, “I might’ve saved a little trouble for the next girl, 'cause the next time that he cheats, you know it won’t be on me.”
Yes, but how stupid is she going to feel when she gets home after her vendetta, and finds her man waiting with the lights down low, the Wild Turkey poured, and her favorite Old Bocephus tunes cranking on the stereo, telling her that he’s so happy that his brother came home safe on furlough from Iraq, that he loaned him his truck, and decided to celebrate by spending the evening in with his favorite gal?
Vulnerable homeless boy being groomed by a faux-sympathetic predatory homosexual? Nope, nothing to worry about there.
All within the context of the song, naturally.
If you’re convinced that every homosexual is a predator, incapable of sympathy, I can’t change that. But I think it’s a pretty sad view of the world.
Take it to the Pit if you want to call me a homophobe, though it’s been tried before by better than you. You figure no homosexual would creepily hit on the vulnerable homeless? I don’t rate them either better or worse than straights in that department.
Why would I want to go to the Pit over a disco song? Some people said it was creepy. I see it as poignant, not creepy. If you still see it as creepy, then you just do. Doesn’t make you a homophobe, just a pessimist.