There’s This Song…

…that i can’t get out of my head. getting a song stuck in my head it pretty normal…i’ve been known to hum the same old tune under my breath for days on end before finally excorcising it from my consciousness. this one is different, because it’s a country song. i hate country. okay, i don’t hate it, but i do severely dislike 99% of it. i did a little blog about my musical tastes here, if you want to get a more accurate picture of just what makes my foot tap.

most of you have heard this song before… every time you watch True Blood, it’s the first thing you hear. yes, it’s Jace Everett’s “Bad Things”. who is he? does he have any other songs out? hell if i know. i just know i LOVE this song, and i’m still not entirely sure why. maybe it’s the lyrics? they’re dark, sexy, and catchy- nice rhyming. the music itself has a strong beat, and it’s not too complicated. probably why it sticks in my head so well. the song makes my inner pole dancer want to put on a g-string and hooker heels, and wrap naughty vampires around her tasseled pasties.

of course, that’s my inner pole dancer. my inner pole dancer can dance, and dance well. she’s a sex goddess, and isn’t afraid to look like an idiot when she dances, because she knows she won’t look like an idiot. my outer pole dancer? well, i don’t actually have one . on the outside, i’m rather conservative and utterly terrified of looking stupid. alcohol helps erode the outer layers of ice, but i haven’t had the opportunity to truly let go in years… i’ve worn my “mama” mask for so long, it’s become a part of the very core of my being. any imaginings i have of being a dancer, lay safely nestled in my past…before i earned my badges of motherhood. you know the ones.  the exhausted bags under my eyes, the saggy breasts, soft belly, achy bones and stiff joints. and the love of silence. i used to hate silence, but now i’ve gone without it for so long, i crave it more than chocolate.

so anyways. here’s my latest song love, and if you’ve never seen or heard the opening credits to True Blood, (and the song itself) you can find it here, on YouTube.

When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.

I’m the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an’ eyes filled up with blue.
I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.

When you came in the air went out.
And all those shadows there are filled up with doubt.
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
Ow, ooh.

I don’t know what you’ve done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.