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Two for Tuesday ~ SILTH

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SILTH means “songs I love to hate.” You may remember that I made a post on February 10 of this year announcing that I intended to make this an ongoing thing. So here I am over nine months later with another post on the topic. I never actually created the tag, but I might. Anyway, on with the songs!

1. “Gentle on My Mind” by Glen Campbell. What could I possibly hate about this song (while at the same time loving Glen’s voice and the sound of the song generally)? Well, check out these lyrics.

It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it’s knowing I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line

That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

He goes on like that stanza after stanza, talking about an accommodating woman who lets him stay with her whenever and doesn’t complain when he walks away to do his own thing and sleep with other women too (that’s implied later in the song). This paragon of femininity is so sweet, never asking him for anything, never expecting a commitment, but always there when he needs a place to crash. I’d like to hear her version! Even better, I’d like her to throw his stupid sleeping bag in the trash and not answer the door the next time he comes around. Jerk.

TRIGGER WARNING ON THIS NEXT ONE (SUICIDE)!

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2. “Honey” by Bobby Goldsboro. Now, some of you may simply hate this song without loving it, but it has a puppy in it, and I’ve always found the melody to be charming. But the lyrics? Ugh! He laughs at her when she slips and falls, he calls her dumb, and he mocks her for crying over silly TV shows. Dude, what is your problem? The thing is, this song has always intrigued me because I don’t know if she died of some mysterious illness or if she killed herself because she couldn’t stand being married to an ahole.

I came home unexpectedly
And caught her cryin’ needlessly
In the middle of the day
And it was in the early Spring
When flowers bloom and robins sing
She went away

And honey, I miss you
And I’m bein’ good
And I’d love to be with you
If only I could

One day while I was not at home
While she was there and all alone
The angels came

What do you think? Do angels come for suicides? Or do you think she died of an illness? I confess, when I was little I thought the song WAS about the dog, and its name was Honey, so I’ve always loved it. And I hate it too! The song was written by Bobby Russell, who produced a single version in 1968 with Bob Shane singing. It didn’t do that well, but Goldsboro’s cover, which was released almost immediately afterward, did great. It hit No. 1 on Billboard’s Hot 100 and stayed there for 5 weeks, along with topping the Billboard’s Hot Country Singles chart and doing well overseas too (No. 1 in Canada and Australia; No. 2 in the UK). “Honey” sold a million copies in three weeks, which was a big deal back then, and became the bestselling record for 1968. The Country Music Association named it Song of the Year. (Source: Wikipedia.)

Alrighty then. I’ll be back with more SILTH in nine months, or possibly sooner. Also, I created the tag.

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Lightnin’ Strikes

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Thanks to Jim’s Thursday Inspiration this week, I have created a new category (well, tag, to be precise) of posts: songs I love to hate, or SILTH. Today I present “Lightnin’ Strikes,” written by Lou Christie and Twyla Herbert, a No. 1 hit in the US and Canada in 1966. The music is super catchy but the lyrics? They start out OK with the narrator saying it’s hard to settle down.

Every boy wants a girl
He can trust to the very end
Baby, that’s you
Won’t you wait but ’til then?

Mm, sure. The girl needs to be trustworthy, but the guy… what’s he doing?

When I see lips beggin’ to be kissed (stop)
I can’t stop (stop) I can’t stop myself (stop, stop)
Lightning is striking again
Lightning is striking again

What? Omg, I thought the lightning was striking us, baby, as in we are fated to be together by the heavens above. But what you mean by lightning is you’ll make out with every girl you’re attracted to because you can’t help it. Ugh.

When I settle down
I want one baby on my mind
Forgive and forget
And I’ll make up for all lost time

Yeah sure. But what happens if “lightning strikes” after you settle down with me? How do I know you’ll be faithful then if you can’t be faithful now? What magic is going to change you into a different person?

Nature’s takin’ over my one-track mind (ma-me-aah, ooh)
Believe it or not, you’re in my heart all the time (ma-me-aah, ooh)
All the girls are sayin’ that you’ll end up a fool (ma-me-aah, ooh)
For the time being, baby, live by my rules (ma-me-aah, ooh)

Your rules. What if lightning strikes me while you’re off satisfying your urges? Oh, I’m supposed to sit at home and knit. Got it.

There’s a chapel in the pines
Waiting for us around the bend
Picture in your mind
Love forever, but ’til then

If she gives me a sign that she wants to make time (stop)
I can’t stop (stop) I can’t stop myself (stop, stop)

What’s sad is how many women did (and do) accept this double standard just so they can have the chapel in the pines… or at least the promise of it hovering in the mist while the man is out doing whatever/whomever. And I don’t think this song is necessarily about a time gone by; I think the double standard is still around.

Anyway, I enjoy listening to this song, while hating it!

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