Date And Predate: Valentine’s day sucks


A public service announcement:
In December, people are told “participate or shut up” in a commercialized event.  In May, woman are labelled “barren” and “failures” if they don’t have any sprog to participate in that commercialized event.  And in February, people are labelled “failures” for not having a romantic or sexual relationship nor a marriage during another commercialized event.
Your worth isn’t determined by whether you have someone at home to have sex with. It’s determined by how you treat others and the quality of your character. Loving yourself is all you need, don’t let corporations dehumanize you while selling products.
Some anti-valentines songs for you, this and in the comments.
 
“She Don’t Love Nobody”, by Nick Lowe
(written by John Hiatt, lyrics below)

 

From my humble point of view
(She don’t love nobody)
Nothing borrowed nothing blue
(She don’t love nobody)
Behind those green eyes I detect
(She don’t love nobody)
A heart no kiss could resurrect
(She don’t love nobody)
 
All her life she’s been told to hold on tight
There’s a man who’d make her his wife
But she’s not interested
In anything momma says
 
She throws passion to the wind
(She don’t love nobody)
She don’t give out but she don’t give in
(She don’t love nobody)
And if I could I’d make her mine
(She don’t love nobody)
And she would never walk that line
(She don’t love nobody)
And I would give her anything
(She don’t love nobody)
But I don’t think she’s suffering
(She don’t love nobody)
 
All my life I’ve been told to hold on tight
There’s a girl to make my wife
But I’m not interested
In anything momma says
 
I want the girl who does not need
(She don’t love nobody)
She the one my heart receives
(She don’t love nobody)
(She don’t love nobody)
(She don’t love nobody)

 


The Cowboy Junkies, “Sun Comes Up, It’s Tuesday Morning”:

Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that’s right, I forgot, it was me

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone’s ringing, but I don’t answer it
‘Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it’s tea and toast for breakfast again
Maybe I’ll add a little t.v. too
No milk! god, how I hate that
Guess I’ll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny
She’s got a black eye this morning, ‘jen how’d ya get it? ‘
She says, ‘last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand’

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I’d rather listen to coltrane
Than go through all that again

There’s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling

Thinking of things that don’t have to add up to something
And this spell won’t be broken
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it’s a movie
With plenty of room for elbows and knees
A bag of popcorn all to myself
Black and white with a strong female lead
And if I don’t like it, no debate, I’ll leave

Here comes that feeling that I’d forgotten
How strange these streets feel
When you’re alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I’d never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I’ll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

 

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