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It's Not About Music, It's About Semantics...and Bondage

1. So, the other day I was listening to "They Might Be Giants" by They Might Be Giants (containing the lovely lyrics "They might be bald/ They might be snow/ They might be something else in the snow"), thinking about how, if that song had been on their eponymous album They Might Be Giants, it would be called the title track. But it's not, so it isn't anything. Except self-titled, I guess. (But a song?)

2. My favorite Madonna lyrics? So glad you asked! Number one is from "Don't Tell Me" (honestly, the attention paid to the songwriting on Music really paid off, despite the notable share of duds that litter the album): "Tell the bed not to lay/ Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah/ Not to stare up at me/ Like a calf down on its knees." It's great in that it's morbid enough to make me shudder, but achieves that sense without being too obvious.

Running a close second for my affection is a simple and direct line from "Human Nature": "I'm not your bitch, don't hang your shit on me." The remarkable thing about it, though, is that it comes from an otherwise horrible song. Really, the most redeeming aspect to the song is the hilarious and sexy (why can't she always use those actors?) video she made for it, which is still one of my favorites. Madonna (with black afro-cornrows) gently whipping a chihuahua. Multiethnics in leather and vinyl struggling with black rope. M and friends prancing on stilettos and playing what appears to be human tic-tac-toe (hey, humor me). Bondage as a party game! Whee!

peachy as always, Mike at 4:09 PM