You're
in the car with an "oldies" station on, or in an elevator, or just loading the
dishwasher, and you're singing an old song. But do you ever think about the lyrics
to some of those songs?
Take,
for example, Sleepy Time Gal. The singer points out that the girl has danced
the evening away, and there's every reason to believe she enjoyed it, since she
apparently does that quite regularly. But he ends the song with the promise that,
when her dancing is done, he'll build a little home for her and
...you'll learn to cook and to
sew.
What's more you'll love it I know,
when you're a stay at
home,
play at home,
eight o'clock sleepy-time gal.
Yeah,
right.
I know a man who
dated a swinging gal. He took her out night after night but, once they were married,
he expected her to love being a homebody. Want to guess how long that marriage
lasted?
Then there's a
little ditty called (I think) To the Ends of the Earth. In it, someone
is promising to follow his or her love To the Ends of the Earth. That song
ends with the lines:
I'll
follow you, my love, you'll never be free,
to
the ends of the earth
till you've given your love to me.
You
know what that's called? Stalking.
Similarly,
there's a number called I'm Walking Behind You. In that one, he or she
is at the wedding of a lost love. The singer promises that, if the marriage doesn't
work,
...Look
over your shoulder. I'm walking behind.
Stalking
again.
And, of course,
there's the male chauvinist pig anthem, Dance, Ballerina, Dance. Now here's
a woman who has worked since she was four (ballerinas have to start very young)
to be a ballet star. Then she met this guy and they fell in love. But she continued
her career and now she's stealing the show. Is he proud of her? Hell, no. His
seat in the second row is empty. From my point of view, she's lucky; that jerk
was never going to appreciate her.
There
are hundreds of songs that glorify jealousy, abuse, and cheating and just
plain self-delusion.
I
have no idea what things the current crop of songs praise if I can understand
they lyrics at all, they make no sense to me. But with this musical heritage,
is it any wonder the divorce rate is astronomical?
Come
on, songwriters, let's have some music praising people smart enough to wait till
they have enough maturity to pick the right partner, songs that celebrate fifty-three
years of marriage, songs that endorse figuring out you aren't the type to be married
at all; songs that show the wisdom of walking out on an abusive partner. Not romantic?
What's romantic about marrying at seventeen, divorcing at twenty-three, and messing
up the lives of three kids? What's unromantic about a couple who've celebrated
their golden anniversary and are still happy? What's romantic about a marriage
that consists of nothing but fights? What's romantic about a black eye or a broken
jaw?
What's unromantic
about intelligence?