and why was she afraid to come outof the water??
Because she was wearing that terrible fucking song, dude says it plain as day.
Rap...rap is a strange thing. "Rhythm and Poetry". I usually am the guy that can't fucking stand anytime I hear it being played, but... in my top lists, rap probably holds an disproportionate amount of prioritization. When rap songs DO "click", man, they fucking click good.
This one had potential, but I don't think I can get into a rap song unless I got into during that rap phase. Teens I'm talking, of course. When you needed rap and metal because they were the only things that were saying what your heart was feeling. And yes, even us country dumb, poor, anti-urban don't never go to the city folk have us some of that in us. We done told y'all niggas, piss me off I go .44 on y'all niggas. Some different way that people can understand that they don't want you to go lil' larry on 'em. That you have a limit that they don't want to cross, and they've begun the path to do just that.
I can dig it. This, Eminem, Snoop Dogg, i
can see it as art, and I do. I get what it's like to have a feeling, a strong one, and not being able to express it because it's socially unacceptable / illegal / really evil, but still needing to get it out somehow. This shit's good for that. Eminem was GREAT for that. Yeah, you got some fuckwit rejects that take this shit literal - thems the minority. Most of us just wanna yell from the soul in front of a dope bass beat.
X was hot in my teens. This was our daily routine, to car pool to weight room / practice / game, blasting X as loud as it would go. It's just so harsh and deliberate, it's hard not to just lean into it. I played this song on the way to my first serious game of ball some... TWENTY years ago (fuck me =/), and I still play it on my way to the race track and the hockey rink to this day. It just pumps you up, it's motivational. To quote the YT comments, "I played this song to my pet rock; it's now Mt Everest." "I played this song to my little sister; she's now my older brother."
Actually I posted those 2 side by side because in the late 50s /early 60s....thats the subject matter.
No one was bustin a cap in their bitches head,
As society deteriorates the music captures it, and maybe its a symbiotic relationship where each fuels the other.
Back in the day of Itsy Bitsy Teenie weenie.....if a baby was hit with a bullet in the head it would be national news...front page news in local newspapers in all states.
Now in order to get that type of coverage we need planes flying into skyscrapers. Or insteadof a single child..maybe a bus load of kids would have to be shot up to get the attention.
So I didnt post those 2 songs to gloat about the quality of music in the old days. I was showing the innocence of the old days where kids had to worry about over sleeping in a drive in or having their modesty challenged by a small bikini. Thats the type of stuff kids identifies with
They didnt worry about stray bullets in the street, being raped by someone high on meth, crack whore mothers, drug deals gone bad, a person armed to the hilt with automatic weapons shooting up their school. If I woke up in 1963 to a world we live in today, I would have a nervous breakdown.
But we are sensitized over time to it all. All the pain and suffering. It goes over out heads. Its hard to process or even try to understand the suffering of the living post 9/11. The individual spouses, the kids. The real pain in an individual household...that still persists. I cant comprehend what one family went through. Lets alone thousands of families and extended families. And many hundreds of first responders that died or are dying because of inhaling the toxins, and the [ain and suffering of their households and extended families.
But we dont live in the world of the itsy Bitsy teeny weeni bikini anymore. Our front pages and our music show that pretty clearly.