Speaking of bygone days, I'm longing for an old-fashioned St. Pat's outing to Molly Malone's/O'shea's/Flanagan's right about now. Have y'all ever tried to sing the lyrics of the Irish Rover in their entirety? I made a valiant effort in a pre-naptime singalong today and was proud to make it halfway through the first verse, so then I went on a lyrics quest to find out the rest of them and an iTunes quest to download more fun Irish tunes. Twinklette and I are going to have a Celtic singalong in a little bit.
But first I have to talk about Rihanna, whose song Rude Boy popped up when I opened my iTunes store. My current tastes tend to the old-timey (Old Crow), Depression-era blues (New Lost City Ramblers, whose songs are strangely timely today), and leftist acoustic folk, so I have never heard Rude Boy. I was intrigued by the fact that this person who'd been beaten to a pulp by a suitor would then write a song with the title Rude Boy. I Googled the lyrics, hoping, I suppose, that the song would be a girl power-ish denunciation of rude boys, wife beaters, and *ssholes everywhere. But no...female empowerment it is not.
You may or may not know that, ever since the advent of the Thong Song, I've been saying, "Well, it isn't exactly Cole Porter," especially when Mr. Twinkle tries to crank up the DJX in an effort to reclaim his lost youth or be more like his cool best friend (D, of Celtics fame). Anyway, the song I compare everything to is You're the Top, from Anything Goes. I leave you with these witty, entertaining, and truly intelligent lyrics. They're a little dated, but I'm afraid Rude Boy still can't hold a candle.
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