A few years back I was sitting at a traffic light grooving to Foghat’s song, “Slow Ride” on the radio. And then, suddenly, as if it was my first time hearing it, I said, probably, aloud, “Holy wow, it’s about sex!”
Of course I prefer hidden metaphorical references rather than something that needs to be labeled “EXPLICIT.” Let’s use our minds to figure it out, not have it slammed in our faces like a whipped cream pie.
So the other day, for some reason, my mental jukebox was playing “Brandy” by Looking Glass, and I suddenly thought, “Oh, are those lines about sex?” Today I looked up the lyrics, which are actually different from what I remember—and now having seen the real lyrics, I can’t recall what I thought they were. They are:
Brandy used to watch his eyes when he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its raging glory
Those last two lines could be about sex. Or I could be wrong.
But I’m probably right. And how many more lyrics will I suddenly translate in my dirty mind?
It’s a sloooow riiiiide! *drum smash*
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