For a time, I considered becoming an English major, the drawback being my total inability to figure out what authors were really writing about. I always foolishly believed that whatever I found on the page was their intent, but even a single English class convinced me that what authors really do is write thousands of words that they don't mean, while deeply embedding their messages within those thousands of words.
For instance, if you wrote me an email that said, "I'd like to get two eggs over easy for breakfast tomorrow, with homefries and toast," I'd think, "Oh, this person wants eggs and potatoes and toast tomorrow morning for breakfast." An English major would see the same thing and arrive at the following, "The eggs are a metaphor for Mom, and that he wants two of them shows his desperation to be back at her bosom. The 'home fries' are part of the same desire to be at home. In French, of course, potatoes are pomme de terre, or apples of the earth, and obviously, he not only wants to be home, but also to be the apple of his mothers eyes. And toast, obviously, is itself a metaphor for the charred wreckage of this man's life."
Again, this is why I'm not an English major.
I do however have the time to try to figure out song lyrics, a hobby that I particularly enjoy, and so now, I will try to figure out what, exactly, Merril Bainbridge was singling about in "(Mouth) I Want To Taste It."
I feel like Ive been blown apart..
There are pieces here I dont know where they go
(I dont know where they go)
Kiss me on my salty lips
bet you feel a little crazy but for me we'll be famous on TV
Here we have an upset protagonist, presumably Bainbridge, who is distraught at the recent terrorist bombing in her neighborhood. Her only solution is hooking up with the local news personality who lives down the hall. She proposes either making out or oral sex, depending upon your interpretation of "salty."
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down dont wanna waste it
Clearly, the protagonist is a Catholic, as they always feel guilty about everything, even the ability to turn another human being on. Me? I don't have that problem; I turn on all the ladies with an almost cruel disregard. But back to Bainbridge: the evidence here is trending toward oral sex, because wants to taste "it" which we can only assume is her own vagina. She couldn't conceivably be wanting to taste anything else, right? Or maybe she could. These kids today. Also, she doesn't want to waste "it" which is presumably be used for double duty here, as a pronoun for male and female bathing suit areas. We again see the influence of Catholicism, as she doesn't want to "waste it" which is no doubt a reference to the Biblical idea of not wasting seed. Whether or not the Bible intended for it to go into/onto the protagonist is not addressed.
I jump on you, you jump on me
You pushed me out and even though you know I love you
I feel inclined to slap you in the mouth
When I kiss your salty lips
you will feel a little crazy
but for me Ill be famous on TV
The terrorist attack has left this hookup slightly wrought, shall we say, with tension. Unrequited love? Painful abandonment? It's all here, as is a very sudden shift: are we witnessing a song sung by one woman to another? We see the reference to "your salty lips," which is what the protagonist claimed to possess. Or is her lover's mouth now salty as a result of oral activities of his own? Also, she'll be famous on TV...
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down dont wanna waste it
Is she taking the facial, in whatever its form, as a result of her Catholic desperation not to spill the seed? Am I really writing this on a website read by Jesse's mother? My own guilt, not informed by any religious belief whatsoever, is overwhelming.
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on
When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it
Turn you upside down dont wanna waste it
Merril, dear, we've got it. Guiltytown, Population: You.
Now will it be my fault if I take your love and throw it
whyd you might restrain me
could you really blame me
And you will feel you blown apart
all the pieces there will fit to make you whole
And I know where they go
It was all a ruse! The guilty conscience, the oral sex, all of it! It wasn't two people getting together: it was Merrill Bainbridge getting some oral sex out of some jerkoff before refusing to give it back, as punishment for his own misbehavior at some earlier point! And now that she has "finished" by which I mean "come/cum", she's breaking up with him, leaving him distraught and wanting! Huzzah!
