You've seen it here before at The Gancer, and you're about to see it again: A Gancey Song (Over) Analysis, this time to the tune of I Saw Her Again (1968) by the Mama's and the Papa's.
I saw her again last night,
And you know that I shouldn't
Just string her along; it's just not right
If I couldn't I wouldn't.
But what can I do; I'm lonely too.
And it makes me feel so good to know
She'll never leave me.
(So, in other words, he admits that he really shouldn't keep meeting up and sleeping with this woman because she really likes him, but he's lonely, and it's comforting knowing that she'll continue to put up with it and always be around for him. Wow. That's screwed up.)
I'm in way over my head;
Now she thinks that I love her (yeah, yeah)
Because that's what I said
Though I never think of her.
(No, no, never think of her)
I never think of her. I never noticed that line before. He's assuming that she's always thinking of her, and he never even enters his mind until he's had too many cocktails and doesn't want to go home alone. How sad! This song is ahead of its time
But what can I do? I'm lonely too.
And it makes me feel so good to know
(And it makes me feel so good to know...)
She'll never leave me.
Every time I see that girl,
You know I wanna lay down and die.
But I really need that girl
Though I'm living a lie;
(Though I'm living a lie...)
It makes me wanna cry
I thought he never thought of her? Suddenly she makes him cry, and he's writing a song about her. This is good story telling by Big Poppa, or whoever wrote this thing.
The rest of the song pretty much repeats earlier parts, but here's the bottom line: This is the original booty call song. Sure, Chicago house music "artist" Fast Eddie had the hit (in some parts of the country) song "Booty Call," but that wasn't until 1995, and it wasn't nearly as deep. You know cowriter John Phillips is an interesting guy if he loaded his daughter up on heroin and shtupped her for half of her life, messing up her mind until she liked it, which is an effect called the Stockholm Syndrome, in case you're a half-assed psychology minor like Dr. Ken and you're into that sort of shit. Now, I said he was an interesting guy, not a good guy.
Dr. Ken was no stranger to the booty call in his day, and not unlike our protagonist in the song, it was 80% out of pure loneliness and 20% pure horniness. To be fair, when I'd get the booty call, or text as they typically were, the girls were just as lonely, and half the time I wouldn't get some! And that was actually okay because I would take the 2nd or 3rd base or even a solid single to going home alone. Pathetic, yes, but at least those days are behind me. And at least I'm not nailing my daughter.
5 comments:
I think it's safe to say that one can measure his success in life by the fact that by the end of the day, he did NOT nail his daughter. *nods*..I agree.
and the booty call thing...Dr. Ken, you're not pathetic, gosh who hasn't ever cozied up to someone because they were lonely. Who hasn't kissed a prince, telling themselves it was because he "could be a prince"...yeah, right, these are things we tell ourselves to get through the day sometimes. and that's alright, because some people don't tell themselves anything..and they DON'T get through the day.
oh, and that song, you're right, entirely ahead of it's time.
~hl~
i might just be fooling myself, but i like to think that my booty texts are more 80% horny and 20% lonely.
ive always had at least 4 roommates running around like maniacs, so it's not really company that i'm after when i flip open my phone at 2am.
I think it's when you're booty calling someone that you are the most profoundly human you'll ever be. Especially because:
A: Booty calls, in my experience, are around 70% effective at any sort of homerun.
B: You're connecting your emotions to a physical act.
So yeah, short of punching someone in the face, fucking them because you're lonely is about the most honest you'll ever be.
What a creepy song, was he talking about his daughter??? I'm blonde, help me out.
So in this case, it was like 8% loneliness, 2% horniness, and 90% hankerin' for some incest?
I totally got the, wait, did NOT get the shaft last year when my apt manager booty called the shit out of me, and then didn't deliver when I finally knocked on his door one night. Lame on so many different levels.
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