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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Music and a deep, dark, shameful secret

So, I'm working on a radio for the website that I help maintain. It dawned on me, as I was converting my playlist into the format that would allow the files to be played on the radio, that whoever listened to this radio, was going to be subjected to my taste in music. The only music files I have on my computer is the music I listen to. Now everyone is going to find out my deep, dark, shameful secret.

I listen to country music

Sad, but true. It all started with a single song. You know, I've had conversations with people about the music their children listen to. Their reasoning behind allowing their children to listen to music with "questionable" lyrics (meaning, songs about sex, etc.) is that the kids don't listen to the words...they just like the music. Well for me, it was exactly the opposite. I liked the lyrics of this song. It was "One Hot Mama" by Trace Adkins
You're doin' all you can to get in them old jeans.
You want that body back, you had at seventeen.
Baby, don't get down; don't worry 'bout a thing.
'Cause the way you fill 'em out, hey, that's all right with me.
I don't want the girl you used to be.
An' if you ain't noticed, the kids are fast asleep,

An' you're one hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Well, I know sometimes you think that all you really are,
Is the woman with the kids an' the groceries in the car.
An' you worry about your hips an' you worry about your age.
Meanwhile I'm tryin' to catch the breath you take away.
Oh, an' believe me, you still do.
Baby, all I see, when I look at you,

Is one hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Instrumental break.

I can't imagine me lovin' someone else.
I'm a lucky man,
I think Daddy's got himself,

One hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, babe?
Oh, now whaddya say, babe?
You wanna?

You're one hot mama,
Let's turn this room into a sauna, yeah.
Whaddya say, babe?
Whaddya say, babe?


See, isn't that an awesome song? So, I convinced myself that it was okay to listen to this song even though it was a country song because the lyrics were so cool. Then came this song:
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!

Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.

[Chorus:]
Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling- Blanging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town

And I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

[Spoken:]
I'm a thourough-bred
that's what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
all night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of

And we made love
And I saddled up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

What? What?
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
Everybody says
Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.


I mean, how can you not like a song with those lyrics? It's hilarious. So, two country songs. I'm just listening for the lyrics....really, it's just the lyrics.

It was all downhill from there :( So very sad. I used to listen to My 94.1 Now I listen to US 95.7 Anytime I'm in a car, you'll find me singing very loudly to country music. So sad. This, coming from someone who used to laugh and start singing in her favorite twangy accent, "My dog died, my wife left me and she took my truck..." whenever someone mentioned that they liked country music. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

So, anyways, I'm thinking I might subject anyone who reads this blog to my music. If I can get the radio to work on the other site, I think I'll add it here as well. So, when you're reading, you can pretend you're in the car with me and sing along to my choice of music! Of course, I haven't completely given up my old ways. You'll find a variety of other genres, but it will probably mostly be country. Be forewarned though, one of my all time favorite songs will be on it and it says a bad word, so listen with caution if there are vulnerable ears around you. If you hear:
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
you may want to turn down your speakers ;)


link | Katie posted at 10:19 PM |


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