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jhameia ([personal profile] jhameia) wrote2006-07-03 12:15 pm
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Lyrics: Boy, You'll Want A Woman Soon

Title: Boy, You'll Want A Woman Soon
Genre: Song re-write
Theme: Growing up
Comments: Neil Diamond's Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon was covered by Urge Overkill for the Pulp Fiction movie, and while I adore the Urge Overkill cover (it's got such great music), the lyrics really really really aggravate me. The relationship propoganda of "when you grow up you need a partner", the idea of a man getting all emo because his girlfriend's family doesn't approve of him (there's probably a reason, dammit), and the general tone of "please be with me" annoys me a great deal.

So, I re-wrote the lyrics. Obviously, the song is directed to all young straight males out there, and also to girls too. Please, girls and boys, grow the hell up before embarking on a relationship. And guys, if I'm dancing in front of you, don't assume I'm dancing with you and try to stop me from my groove! *mad*


Boy, you'll want a woman soon...

you like me so much, can't count all the ways
you'd die for me boy, but all you can say is
"you're just my type"
you never get tired of putting me down
and I never know when I come around
what I'm going to find
don't try to make up my mind
And I know...

Boy, you'll want a woman soon
But, don't take my hand
Boy, you'll want a woman soon
First, grow up a man

you misunderstand me most of the time
and what you've been saying "that's girl's all mine"
this girl's not me
'Cos I've finally found what I really am
And you just ain't that kinda man
not for me
Darling, you've got to see

Boy, you'll want a woman soon
But, don't take my hand
Boy, you'll want a woman soon
First, grow up a man

Boy, you'll want a woman soon
Still, don't take my hand
Boy, you'll want a woman soon
First, grow up a man

[identity profile] oygevalte.livejournal.com 2006-07-03 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Nice! :D

You seem to get a lot of negative attention (negative in terms of whether it's actually WANTED or not) on the dance floor, if I'm reading you right. This si one of the problems with a lot of dance places that cater ro people under 30. A meat market mentality draws a certain crowd and it becomes damned difficult to exist in a place like that if you aren't going with that particular flow.

FWIW, try being a young-looking male and dancing ANYWHERE where gay men congregate. We can share stories about unwanted sexual attention for sure.

As an aside, I generally seem to end up with women whose families have quite a history of dysfunction. Generally, I get a lot of flak from families because I try to help the women I've bene involved with to heal and grow and develop themselves out in the world and internally. And as you can imagine, an entrenched history of dysfunction hates being shaken up by white light and truth, and especially by members leaving and taking flight to becoming who they CAN be, rather than who they are as defined in the system of dysfunction. So, at least in some cases, I consider it to be a good thing for people entrenched in serious dysfunction to dislike me as an influence on someone in their "system"; if they are stuck in their system and are not working on repairing it and helping all the folks stuck in the system for so long, then their negativity toward me is simply a sign that I'm actually helping the person I'm connected with to grow and heal and become a strong person in their own right.

[identity profile] fantasyecho.livejournal.com 2006-07-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha, I've got plenty of those stories. Sean in particular gets groped quite often when he goes to my favourite queer-friendly nightclub. It doesn't help that some of his friends show him off ("this is the one with the sixpack, feel it!").

I've been lucky in the respect I don't get too much unwanted attention, and for most part, here in Halifax men are respectful and can take a "no" for an answer. Just had one annoying bug the other evening. In Malaysia the misogyny is a hell lot worse.

Anyway, the song re-write was just because I dislike the lyrics in general, on principle, not really about dumb guys on the dance floor.

(Anonymous) 2006-07-04 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
I still have a lot of issues to work out regarding intimacy with other males (thanks a lot, dad), and I am seriously squicked by being depersonalized in a "meat market" sort of way (recalls a lot of unpleasant emotions of being an object to be used for someone's pleasure, and the rest of me be damned), so it generally has involved me heavily avoiding such places, and leaving anyplace that I misjudged ASAP. As an aside, there was only ever one bit of interest shown by a gay man that sat well with me; he and I were waiting for a bank to open and were chatting a bit, casually. I think I had a pride flag sticker on my helmet or something, and he commented casually about the "scene" and how difficult it was to be a thinking, feeling gay man in this day and age, a subtle show of potential interest. We chatted about that, with a lot of smiles, and he gave me his card. He was the campaign manager for southern California for the Howard Dean campaign; politics aside, he approached me in JUST the right way. I wasn't in a place at the time where it would have been a good idea to explore ANY relationship, not to mention a new TYPE that I might have issues with. This was a few years ago, and I'm not anywhere near San Diego now, but I do wonder how that might have panned out. He was hella handsome, too. ;)

I don't mean this is a derogatory fashion in any way, but it's kinda cute when you do things like rewrite songs and such out of irritation. Cute in the "how cool is it that she would get irritated and then do something so determined, rather than simply bitch about it in her LJ?" sort of way. I admire conviction in others, as I have a lot of it myself, and it is so vanishingly rare nowadays.

[identity profile] oygevalte.livejournal.com 2006-07-04 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Whoops. I stay logged in for good on my own computer, but apaprently not here at [livejournal.com profile] glitterychaos's house...