Confluence is a weird thing. Or, a better way to put that, would be this: A picture of a statue, combined with an article I read on Cracked.com, plus a really cheesy riff I came up with on guitar, plus my literary pretensions, times my break-up, led to this song about men trying to force women to be something they’re not. Or something.
If you click the link, you’ll find an article about the ways men are trained to secretly hate women. One of the most interesting points to me was the bit about men feeling that the culture has promised them a girl all their own. And, much like a Real Doll(tm), this woman isn’t supposed to have much say in this arrangement. Guy does such and such, guy gets the girl of his dreams – just about every movie or book or TV show that features a male/female dynamic in it somewhere has this setup. Of course, this rarely happens in real life: thus, men feel cheated. It’s why a lot of guys have these antagonistic relationships with their significant others, allegedly.
About the song: Rob hates the name. I get attached to these song titles that use words not found anywhere in the song. Rob comes from the school of thought that the title has to be part of the chorus. I usually feel like the song’s title should reflect the mood of the piece, and that if you say something in the chorus, you don’t need to repeat it. Most songs are written, of course, the way Rob would write. It’s more memorable that way. You hear a song, the chorus is catchy enough to stick in your head; when you look for that song, you look for the part you remember. I think I’m just obstinate. Whatever. Google the name, if you must.
Pygmalion.
It was like any other day
I made a girl friend out of clay
I taught her all the things to say
We’ll see how far it goes
We found a pleasant place to stay
In gulfport right beside the bay
It’s like a party everyday
We’ll see how far it goes
She don’t like rock and roll
Only listens to Philly soul.
It was like any other day
Me and Clayelle went out to play
She worries about how much she weighs
You know how far that goes
Clayelle looked so far away
Her 1000 yard stare made me say
“Hey baby why you look at me that way?”
You know how far that goes
She likes to dress in black
When she reads Jack Kerouac.
It was like any other day
Clayelle brought home a bag of clay
I looked at her, she looked away
I guess that’s how it goes.
The chorus of the song is still under debate.
Except for the Cracked.com article, words and pictures © Christopher Ward. All rights reserved.
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