They take a freakin' thing of beauty and destroy it by taking the "fuck" out
I have a workout tape from way back in the late 90's.
As if that wasn't embarassing enough...
I've worked out to the dang thing I dunno how many times, but it wasn't until a year or two ago that I noticed the music to one of the routines was hauntingly familiar. The other day, I finally took it upon myself to compare.
Some "ar-teest" who calls himself Maxwell took it upon himself to draw inspiration from perhaps the best beloved song by strippers and disenchanted-oversexed-lovelorn folks everywhere, and sterilized it for public television consumption.
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
you let me violate you
i wanna fuck you like an animal
Gotta get closer - Maxwell
You let me violate you
Everybody say, help me
Ooh baby can't help myself
What, you can say "desecrate", but when it comes to the word "penetrate", that's simply too dirty-dirty? I guess "do the freaky" is just discreet enough.
Why oh why are these people allowed to share my planet? They have removed the torn, soiled silk lingerie and smeared mascara from the original, and dolled it up in a frilly pink polyester baby-doll and glittery Bonnie Bell eyeshadow from Wal-Mart.
Not an improvement.
This is not a song about love making. It is a song about fucking. Love making is done with someone. Fucking is done to someone. Each have their specific time, place and purpose.
To take fucking, and pretend it's something else, is ... well... pathetic, sad, and at a certain level, simply revolting. It's as ridiculous as juggling to The Beautiful People.