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The CBC has grabbed a brain and got it moving again!
https://www.cbc.ca/news/entertainment/cbc-baby-its-cold-reinstate-1.4941087
So the loud minority is starting to be drowned out by the usually silent majority: good for all those who have brains.
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So radio stations are banning "Baby, it's cold outside" because there are too many losers in the world.
My. God., People. Are. Stupid.
It's a really nice Christmas song about a girl wanting to stay with her man for....'cuddles', but she can't because society would call her a 'whore/slut' if she did.
She is wrestling with WANTING to stay but 'having' to leave because society is filled with losers.
Look:
"I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
C'mon baby
I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside"
Read it!
There are no rape drugs in her drink: she's making an excuse for not leaving, just like in the lines:
"But don't you see
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
I really can't stay"
She wants to stay, but feels she can't.
Only stupid people could object to this song.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid people.
My. God.
(Score: 2) by Bot on Friday December 07 2018, @05:34AM
and raise you a warm inside lyrics. Get to their lvl.
Hey Maria, Papa said
You better go to bed
Maria, Mama said
You better go to bed
And little sister said
You better go to bed
The older brother said
You heard what Papa said
You better say goodnight
You better shut the light
And Papa told you no
You can't go out tonight
But Papa didn't know
Maria had a date
And couldn't let him wait
So in a little while
She waited till the lights were low
She went out the window to her beau, and so
There's a lot of huggin' then
A lot of kissin' then
A lot of huggin' him
A lot of kissin' him
A lot of happy talk
A lot of moon above
But very little time
But very little time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a normal thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long
Suddenly the Papa came in
And then the Mama came in
And then the sister came in
And then the brother came in
And then the uncle came in
And then the cousin came in
An even dozen came in
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came in
And then the Mama came in
And then the sister came in
And then the brother came in
And then the cousin came in
And even dozencame in
And I can tell you this
Do-do-do-do
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long
Suddenly the Papa came in
And then the Mama came in
And then the sister came in
And then the brother came in
And then the uncle came in
And then the cousin came in
An even dozen came in
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came in
And then the Mama came in
And then the sister came in
And then the brother came in
And then the cousin came in
An even dozen came in
And I can tell you
...
"Crickets Sing For Anamaria", A. Gilberto, 1965, Brazil