"Don't you hear the music pumping hard like I wish you would? Now push it. Push it good."

I was joking with a friend once that that song is about a woman who's about to give birth, except her husband got the car stuck in a ditch - he has to push it out so she can go deliver her baby baby ooh baby baby....

Cindy's a Melanie fan, eh?

Brand New Key is the only song that I know I know by her. I've googled. It looks like she did a version of Look What They've Done to My Song, Ma, and I might know her version, or I might not. It looks like she's also recorded A.A. Milne's poem, Vespers, although as a song title, she uses Christopher Robin, instead. I might have to get that. Vespers might be one of my all time favorite poems. I used to recite it, and substitute in "Benjamin [our last name]" when Ben was a baby.

Same character, I think. "Holly came from Miami, F. L. A./Thought s/he (?) was James Dean for a day/Plucked etc...." is how it goes, I'm pretty sure.

I thought that went "Holly cam from Miam F-L-A/ HItchiked her way across the U-S-A" etc. Hence the confusion.

I could look it up. But it's more fun to try to remember the other verses and see if it fits anywhere.

The thing that freaks me out is, what is "wrong" with these people that they need to pay for human contact? Paying for sex, I understand. But for cuddling?

Hey now! I just said I'd consider it.

You've got a husband and a kid and I fucking hate bars -- people do a lot more with strangers in the name of human contact. Should I go to my Mom's and sit in her lap for a few days? Call an ex and mess with his head with the "I just want to be HELD" thing?

It's a very hippie thing, and that's the world I grew up in. It sounds like half the grown up parties I saw until I was seven minus the weed and gallon jugs of Gallo.

You have a big old touchy-feely bonding encounter session then you all hang out and talk and snuggle. It sounds like half the youth-group crap I did when I was a kid. It sounds like camp or the dorm. It sounds a LOT like the kitten-pile after the kitchen-of-porn in LA (and most of us, although having intermet, just actually met within the day).

I see invites to Cake parties, 'lovers of big women' parties, 'private' parties downtown and all that crap costs about thirty bucks too. And we'll just get shitfaced and yell 'woo hoo' and a bunch of the people will go fuck strangers. Feh. This way you talk a little and hang out before a bunch of the people pair off and go fuck.

I'd give it a shot, I might like it or not, I can see people not finding it personally appealing... but its not ALL that deranged.

Relax, don't do it
When you want to get to it?
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna cum?

How did THAT get on the radio?

Look What They've Done to My Song, Ma

Oh my god. Talk about giving me a big-time flashback. In elementary school, a friend of mine and me came up with our own version of this called "Look What They've Done to My Parrot, Ma". We actually sang this in chorus once. Heh. Good times.

Hey now! I just said I'd consider it.

Hee! Sorry babe.

::makes out with empress::

I flashed back when I ran across the title too, Frank, because it's one of the songs I learned when I was taking guitar lessons, as a kid.

How did THAT get on the radio?

First video banned by MTV?