Lyrically Speaking

********I am linking this to Travis' Memoir Monday. He's a hoot! Go check him out. Go on. Do it!



If you catch me at a stoplight, I am usually doing one of two things.

1. Checking my rearview mirror to make sure that Ellerie is still in her seat.

or

2. Singing to the radio at the top of my lungs, much to the chagrin of my children and probably my fellow drivers with their windows down.

So, I was singing along the other day, when a new song popped on the radio, it was by a person or group named Young Life. I didn't catch the title, but one of the catchy lyrics made me laugh out loud. It was, "Call me Mr. Flintstone, cause I will make your Bed- Rock!!"

No.

I am not kidding.

After enjoying the laugh, I quickly changed the station to avoid another birds and bees conversation. But, then I got to thinking . . . are the kids really listening to the lyrics? Because, truth be told, when I was their age, I certainly wasn't.

If I had listened to the lyrics, I probably would have been a bit embarrassed when 80's band Frankie Goes to Hollywood sang, Relax . . . Don't Do It, When You Wanna Come. I was already married to my husband when he clued me in to the fact that they were talking about sex and orgasm. Who knew? Apparently, everyone but me!

Or what about when Madonna's Like a Virgin debuted? I remember I was in the fifth grade, and my mom had a very stern discussion with me and my sister about how we were not to sing or talk about that song when grandmom came to visit. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why, especially since I knew that grandmom was super religious and prayed to the Virgin Mary all of the time. I figured, why would she care if we sang about being like the Virgin Mary? I did wonder, though, why Madonna rolled all over the floor in lingerie. And, just why did she have that big cat in the video, hmmmm?

Yes.

I know.

Duh.

I was a little more with it when the 90's song, I Touch Myself was released. I figured out all by myself that it was a tribute to being master of your domain. What I couldn't figure out was why a girl was singing it. Of course, I figured that only boys took part in that kind of self pleasure. Truthfully, I am pretty sure that I didn't even know that women could be masters of their domains.

I know.

I know.

I obviously had a wealth of sexual education knowledge.

After re-reading this, I am amazed that I ever even got pregnant. At least I knew that it took more than running into one another in the dark, naked.


So . . . give it up . . . what lyrics were you clueless about when you were growing up??? Or were you so savy that you were the one explaining it to kids like me?