Listening to the song Delilah and some of the lyrics are just totally awful. I mean, really. Firstly the song is full of ableist slurs (shes never done calling the person shes singing about a “schizo”) but then she goes on to make out that shes a slut and that she deserves to be beaten up by this man because she keeps going back to him. Disgusting.
you’re an unrescuable schizo or else you’re on the rag and if you take him back i’m gonna lose my nerve
he’s gonna beat you like a pillow you schizos never learn and if you take him home you’ll get what you deserve
I think this pretty much highlights my point. Also using the tired old argument that any women who are in any way emotional are probably “on the rag”. Nobody ever deserves to be beaten up by a lover and its fucking disgusting and frankly dangerous to perpetuate this kind of shit. So many people listen to this music. I think that people should feel free to write the music that they want but people who are famous really have to think about what they are putting out to the wider public and how that will be percieved.
and you thought you could change the world
by opening your legs
Nice sarcastic, slut shaming comment to end on. Amanda Palmer, you seriously disappoint me.
Whoa nelly. I think this song has a lot to do with Amanda’s feelings about her own destructive behaviors as well as frustration with a friend. She said herself: “Delilah is equal parts me and as she is all the down-and-out friends I’ve had over the years”. The vibe I always got from Delilah was that she is signing about a long-time friend who keeps repeating stupid mistakes when it comes to relationships, even though she knows she is going to get hurt. I cannot count the number of times I have had various friends run to me crying because some guy broke their heart for the millionth time. Right around the time I was getting really into Yes, Virginia, I was living with a good friend of mine and her boyfriend. She was a couple years younger then me, but we were really, really close friends. She was like a little sister to me. But she had a really bad history when it came to relationships. She would sleep with guys, then immediately regret it and come crying to me when they only called her up for a booty call, all the while she was madly in love with them. I cannot tell you how many times I nursed her through this sort of bullshit. Every time I would listen to her cry, commiserate with her, and try to convince her to stop hooking up with whatever guy was stringing her along. It finally reached a breaking point when I was living with her. She broke up with a guy who was really nice to her to try and make things work with one of these assholes who had strung her long for at least a year prior. Now I am not one to tell someone what to do with their life, but when it effects me, then I think I get a say in it. When she dumped this nice guy (who really wasn’t suited for her anyway, but he also didn’t make her feel like shit constantly or screw around on her like this other dude did), I became homeless. I had 3 days to find a new place to live (and I am not saying that she should have stayed with the guy for my sake. Especially considering they got back together like 2 months after this, and I was still out a place to live. She could have easily told this douchbro “no. you almost gave me gonorrhea, you fucked my friends, lied about me to our mutual friends and strung me along for a year. i don’t want to fuck you again” instead of playing break up/make up with this nicer dude and saved all of us several months of grief.). During my many trips trying to move my shit in my tiny Aveo hatchback, I listened to Yes, Virginia on constant repeat and the words to Delilah finally hit me. I could have written the lyrics about my friend (without the physical abuse part. but as we all know most relationships that start out with emotional and/or verbal abuse usually progress to physical violence eventually). R was one of my closest friends at the time and I loved her dearly (and still do, although we don’t see very much of each other anymore), and she is one of the people who I see most clearly. To me, Delilah is about being so fed up with someone’s destructive behavior, being frustrated with someone you care a lot about, someone who, when they are hurting, it hurts you too. I know I am not the only person out there who can only say the nastiest things to their best friends when they’re pissed off at them. I have always believed that is only those who you love the most who can make you the most angry. R thought she could make these men love her by opening her legs, she was willing to change anything about herself… You forget the other half of one of the lines you quoted: You thought you could change the world by opening your legs/Well that isn’t very hard/Try kicking them instead/ And you thought you could change his mind/by changing your perfume to the kind his mother wore. That isn’t about slut shaming at all! The person she is singing about isn’t just sleeping around for the sake of sleeping around or because she doesn’t want a relationship, or because she just likes fucking. She is having sex with people to try to get them to love her and that is not a healthy by any definition. It’s clear that Delilah isn’t simply looking for some no strings attached nookie by the line “in this same bar where you slammed your hand/ and said ‘Amanda i’m in love’”. If you take him home/ you get what you deserve. She isn’t saying she deserves to be beaten. She is saying that this dude is going to simply use her again, as he has done before and she should know better. And And lines like "you’re an unresucable schizo/or else you’re on the rag" seem to me like the narrator trying to find some justification for the subject’s behavior, in a not entirely seriously way. And then the end with "you’re still alive Delilah/you need a ride Delilah?" is saying that even though she’s frustrated and annoyed with her friends actions, she’ll still be there for her, to help put the pieces back together.
right there with you on the christmas songs in hell part. working retail for several years makes you pretty much despise all things related to christmas actually.
the only christmas songs I like are - Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses (again, working in retail almost destroyed this one for me) - Oi To The World - The Vandals - Happy Christmas - John Lennon - Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues I also like to count A Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis by Tom Waits, although the only thing “christmas” about it is the title. oh and Danny Says as covered by Tom Waits, which is also marginal (Hanging out in L.A. and there’s no where to go. it ain’t christmas if there ain’t no snow).
When I was 17, I was a blowjob queen, Picking up tips from the masters I was so busy perfecting my art, I was clueless to what they were after Now I’m still a blowjob queen (far more selectively) I don’t make love now to make people love me, But I don’t mind sharing my gift with the planet We’re all gonna die, and a blowjob’s fantastic