Lemon Song, LZ. My high school girlfriend's mother didn't like that song, which I inadvertently introduced to her as I chauffeured her and the Doctor home from the airport in my dad's Lincoln. That wasn't the only reason she hated me.
Georgia Peaches wins. It is believed here that Peachtree Road/Buckhead whores are the reason why the Falcons lose big games.
The Falcon's 1991 backup QB was not getting a full night's sleeps, so they sent him to Wisconsin where he did much better away from the Georgia peaches.
And I’m alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes I’m alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Peach was my second choice after lemon because of the Allman Brothers "Eat A Peach" album. But, there's no eat a peach song on the "Eat A Peach" album?
Damn. There used to be a wonderful book of songs that were the equivalent of 70s "Blaxploitation" flicks, except that these were 20s and 30s 78s. The book was titled The Nasty Blues, and it was full of, shall we say, vegetable metaphor. Cabbage figures heavily.
So does housework (there's a song about, um, doing the washing, with a washboard: "Keep rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing") and cured meats ("Please Warm My Wiener." "'Cause he just don't feel right cold." No, really).
Anyway, it seems to be out of print now, if the extravagant prices on Amazon are any guide. Too bad.
I got a gal She lives on the hill She won't do it But her sister will She likes to boogie She do the tube steak boogie Boogie little baby Boogie woogie all night long
but I was thinking about that lemon tree song being very pretty and so sweet but the fruit impossible to eat and I thought no mention there of thorns, and that would be an important thing to know about lemon trees for an aspiring young lemon orchard operator inspired by song or a young lover grappling with romance analogies delivered by their dad.
The kid should say, "but what about thorns? Does love have thorns? Can love be made into a flavorfully tart custard? Can it flavor iced tea? Can love be zested to brighten other things, that is scrapped with a rasp and drizzled so that its bite adds zing to otherwise mundane dishes? Huh? Can love be squeezed until the seed pop out? What about squeezing out the seeds, Dad, what about that?"
I saw pineapple on the professor's list and thought Strobe Light (B52s) must have been one of the 23 songs. Obviously disappointed when I clicked the link.
Hi Penny, I adore you too. I'm not going anywhere, I think perhaps they wish I would go somewhere, probably to hell, ha!
I'm probably not going to comment much, I've pretty much said what I wanted, except maybe this: I know a lot of conservatives, I live amongst them and have them in my family, but I've never ever come across the type of conservative I've seen here on this blog comments section in real life. Perhaps it's the anonymity of the internets that allows the stuff that lurks deep down to surface.
I don't want to come away from here hating conservatives, because I have so many great ones in my life offline, I dont want this place to taint my real life relationships with conservatives I know and some of whom I love, so I'm gonna do a lot more lurking, than commenting.
No X Ray it's because there is a level of respect we have for one another, not merely politeness. Don't presume to know the caliber of my relationships with conservatives I have in my life offline. So MUCH presumptions among you folks here and as I said yesterday almost always uncannily wrong.
Don't presume to know my relationships with leftists, either. They make up 98% of my extended family. I've tried, a few times, at family gatherings, etc., gently and gradually, to speak my view to a few, only to be met by the most hateful disdain. So, now, we just talk about the weather, or kids, or anything but politics. Out of politeness, you know.
Just had the oddest thing happen in my study... the loud sound of electrical snapping, the smell of something electrical burning, but no visible evidence of anything amiss. I think I'll keep 911 on speed dial tonight.
"... we're ALL more polite than we wish we had to be."
A digression, but I remember things not always being that way. I remember just short of fistfights being the norm for deep conversation. Then, everyone waking on the morrow with 'respect' for each other, no matter their views. We understood that it was just words, and opinions, all as valid or not so as the rest. Or maybe, getting along in years, I'm just dreaming.
It's a truck, phx, 02 model but low milage. I could leave it with you, but then you've have to argue with my wife about that.
I've no clue what prompted your 'if anything happens to you'... do you mean my extended family? One of them going off the rail... nah, they're all too wimpish for that kind of deal. They know I'd kick their ass.
I remember things not always being that way. I remember just short of fistfights being the norm for deep conversation. Then, everyone waking on the morrow with 'respect' for each other, no matter their views.
That used to be the book (for some people) on the difference between how men and women argue.
Now the scorched-earth policy of arguing is becoming the norm it seems. That's another indication of a junk culture.
The center needs to hold? Maybe the center is not holding.
I've no clue what prompted your 'if anything happens to you'.
Oh don't be dense XRay. You just told us about the sound and smell of bad electrical wiring in your study five minutes ago. I'm upset about it and everyone here is upset about it. But the sad fact is you aren't likely to make it through tonight without being turned into a human french fry and I'd like to have something in writing getting your truck.
I can't imagine anyone being more right-wing than I or cruder, but I do get a little bothered by some of the personal name calling. It gets a little vicious. Don't get me wrong, I reserve the right to call any politician or cultural icons very despicable things, but I don't call others on this blog names. Call me old fashion, but it does bother me when it's done to a women.
I know I've only been commenting for a short time, but I have been reading this blog for a very long time.
When I was a (not that much younger) man, if I wanted to push my luck and find out a number of things about my date, I would randomly ask "peach or plum?"
Getting it at all was a good sign, although getting the ship righted if the reaction was bad was a challenge. If the lady laughed it was a lovely thing.
I thought cherry too. One of my favorite all time television commercials was for multi-flavor pack "Life-Savers". In thirty seconds it gave five or so little vignettes of a different life saver's dissolving. The narrative for the cherry was, in a female voice, something pretty close to "I remember that time in the cottage. I thought it would last all night."
(Damn, I wish more ads from the seventies/eighties were available on you tube. Does anybody remember the Juicy Fruit ad with the pedophile clown?)
I know a lot of conservatives, I live amongst them and have them in my family, but I've never ever come across the type of conservative I've seen here on this blog comments section in real life.
That's interesting. I know a lot of liberals, I live amongst them and have them in my family, and they're all like the liberals I've seen here on this blog comments section.
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112 comments:
Wins what? The most used? best song?
Forbidden fruit. "I bit into the root of forbidden fruit, with the juice runnin' down my leg" - Dylan
I guessed cherry...
...but what Josephine Baker could do with a bunch of bananas.
And I was wrong?
There's got to be a song out there about tossing a girl's fruit salad.
Lemon Song, LZ. My high school girlfriend's mother didn't like that song, which I inadvertently introduced to her as I chauffeured her and the Doctor home from the airport in my dad's Lincoln. That wasn't the only reason she hated me.
Ha, I picked lemon in the poll specifically because of "The Lemon Song", and I see that's the first one on the list.
Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts. Not on the list? What's wrong with these people? I don't get the list.
I also guessed cherry. And that put Christine Aguilera's "Candyman" into my head.
Fruit?? Call any vegetbable.
phx said...
...but what Josephine Baker could do with a bunch of bananas.
I think Josephine went both ways, bananas and peaches.
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree.
Georgia Peaches wins. It is believed here that Peachtree Road/Buckhead whores are the reason why the Falcons lose big games.
The Falcon's 1991 backup QB was not getting a full night's sleeps, so they sent him to Wisconsin where he did much better away from the Georgia peaches.
He was Bret Farve.
Mary Hill used to hang out in Cherry Hill Park.
All the guys got eager eyes watching Mary go round.
The actual answer is a tie between lemon and peach.
But you people seem to prefer cherry!
Banana seems like the right answer until you realize it's a terrible answer. Who sings about bananas?!
CHerry, Cherry - Neil Diamond
Cherry Pie - Warrant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjyZKfdwlng
Doesn't get much more blatant than that.
Who sings about bananas?!
Harry Belafonte
And I’m alone, and I realize that when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry Yes I’m alone, and I realize when I get home I wanna go through my red and my cherry
NAS - CHERRY WINE
AA said:
Banana seems like the right answer until you realize it's a terrible answer. Who sings about bananas?!
Didn't you have the post about that "Uncle Obama" song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2HSo3yywDU
All banana...
Who sings about bananas?!
Harry Belafonte?
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
And all, AHEM...monkey. Now there's a metaphor/symbol for you
Damn, there's even a fisting reference (visual) in her song. Just really dawned on me.
I am guessing Cherry. And not on account of any old folks songs that might have contained the C word.
Lisa Shaw. Cherry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNDZK9hFK1M
What no onion rings! :)
What about watermelons?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW-1Pha0KoE&playnext=1&list=PL0967911801C23B54&feature=results_main
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OAgcsVNzE4&feature=related
Since I never heard of most of those songs (thankfully), I went with cherry, as in:
Hair of gold and
lips like cherries.
The good old days
It's probably not the orange, probably because it's the hardest to rhyme with, though Douglas Hofstadter showed how.
Could be the tomato, though most folks don't know that it's a fruit and can't spell it anyhow.
Life and love might go best of all with acerola.
Peach was my second choice after lemon because of the Allman Brothers "Eat A Peach" album. But, there's no eat a peach song on the "Eat A Peach" album?
Here's another cherry:
Cherry Oh Baby by UB40 (Labour of Love album)
And a Peach:
Lyric, "dig you Georgia Peaches" on The Breeze by Lynrd Skynrd.
What, no option for Kumquat?
I went peach. Now I've got Steve Miller singing in my head. Could be worse.
What about Fruit Salad by the Wiggles? Am I missing something there?
No limes or coconuts. Bummer.
Damn. There used to be a wonderful book of songs that were the equivalent of 70s "Blaxploitation" flicks, except that these were 20s and 30s 78s. The book was titled The Nasty Blues, and it was full of, shall we say, vegetable metaphor. Cabbage figures heavily.
So does housework (there's a song about, um, doing the washing, with a washboard: "Keep rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing") and cured meats ("Please Warm My Wiener." "'Cause he just don't feel right cold." No, really).
Anyway, it seems to be out of print now, if the extravagant prices on Amazon are any guide. Too bad.
AprilApple said...
No limes or coconuts. Bummer.
Well there is the Pina Colada song, some recipes do require lime juice.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJFVvmymlD8&feature=related
It has to be peaches. They forgot Def Leppard's 1980's stripper anthem "Pour Some Sugar On Me."
"You got the peaches/I got the cream
Sweet to taste/Saccharine."
(Corrected: StrippeR anthem. I originally put "stripped.")
And dot forget the song Peaches by PUSA (not saying its a great song but it is a song about peaches)
I thought it would have to be either peach or cherry. Lemon surprises me. I guess there is something missing from my musical education.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
Plantains are bigger and firmer than bananas, but completely nonmusical.
Figs are the sexiest fruit, but they don't fit well into romantic rhyming schemes.
Other foods:
I got a gal
She lives on the hill
She won't do it
But her sister will
She likes to boogie
She do the tube steak boogie
Boogie little baby
Boogie woogie all night long
"Raspberry Beret" by Prince is an incredibly sexy song.
I picked lemon!
What can I say? I'm a giver. ;)
I voted cherry
but I was thinking about that lemon tree song being very pretty and so sweet but the fruit impossible to eat and I thought no mention there of thorns, and that would be an important thing to know about lemon trees for an aspiring young lemon orchard operator inspired by song or a young lover grappling with romance analogies delivered by their dad.
The kid should say, "but what about thorns? Does love have thorns? Can love be made into a flavorfully tart custard? Can it flavor iced tea? Can love be zested to brighten other things, that is scrapped with a rasp and drizzled so that its bite adds zing to otherwise mundane dishes? Huh? Can love be squeezed until the seed pop out? What about squeezing out the seeds, Dad, what about that?"
Prophylactic cheesecloth?
I went with peach.
(wig, cig, big, rig, dig, gig, jig, mig, pig, vig)
Revealing photo of my ripening fruit: link
Penny said...
I picked lemon!
I always pictured Penny as a Led Zeppelin fan/groupie back in the day.
"I really love your peaches want to shake your tree"
"James And The Giant Peach" was titled James And The Giant Cherry in the draft copies.
Chip S. said...
Figs are the sexiest fruit, but they don't fit well into romantic rhyming schemes.
"Fig" works in romance languages. Google Fica or Figa in Italian.
I used to know a cute saying. I'll go look for it.
Shriveled raisins are unsexy, never used in songs.
Dolores Claiborne used it:
"Then how come you look like the devil just grabbed them little raisins you call balls?"
@Chip S:
Tira piu' un pelo di figa che un carro di buoi
translation
Note the idiomatic use of "figa" ;)
I dedicate that Italian proverb I linked at 6:20 to Inga, if she still reads here.
Ha ha
I can envision Chip Ahoy sitting down next to his dad with a copy of Chekhov's "The Cherry Orchard".
"So, Dad? Did you spit, swallow or sell?"
"I really love your peaches want to shake your tree"
If ONLY missred were a bad speller.
Or better yet! The Joker!
And a WILD joker at that.
deborah's right. An entire snoop lyric could be made from her comment.
Oh pig,
take my rig,
(ain't no twig)
let me dig
in your fig.
swig it,
big it,
frig it
dig it.
I gotta have a fig like that. ©
Yeah, that works.
8-Track cruisin' music: Go All The Way by The Raspberries.
OK, chickelit, I suppose that's a little classier use of the term.
"Yeah, that works."
Copyright that, Chip S. ;)
Course Marvin Gaye's whisperin' in my ear right now. He wants to know ... "What's goin' on?"
Chickelit's a classy kinda guy.
Nice send out you gave to Inga, who I adore.
Have to ask though? Did I miss something here? Why wouldn't she be reading here?
Did someone scare her off?
She just didn't give a fig about commenting anymore.
Have to ask though? Did I miss something here? Why wouldn't she be reading here?
She called us all dupes and fools last night and then scurried away.
I gotta have a fig like that.©
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Figs like that
Will swallow you
Chip S. said...
She just didn't give a fig about commenting anymore.
I think she came within un pelo rosso di figa from quitting.
I saw pineapple on the professor's list and thought Strobe Light (B52s) must have been one of the 23 songs. Obviously disappointed when I clicked the link.
"Figs like that
Will swallow you"
No problema, se non ha denti.
(Everything sounds better in Italian.)
Hi Penny, I adore you too. I'm not going anywhere, I think perhaps they wish I would go somewhere, probably to hell, ha!
I'm probably not going to comment much, I've pretty much said what I wanted, except maybe this: I know a lot of conservatives, I live amongst them and have them in my family, but I've never ever come across the type of conservative I've seen here on this blog comments section in real life. Perhaps it's the anonymity of the internets that allows the stuff that lurks deep down to surface.
I don't want to come away from here hating conservatives, because I have so many great ones in my life offline, I dont want this place to taint my real life relationships with conservatives I know and some of whom I love, so I'm gonna do a lot more lurking, than commenting.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays sweet Penny!
Fruit songs are great, but if you want to get lucky get your hands on this album gentlemen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7xrQY_FLM4
Warning: if she dumps you DO NOT listen to this album!
"...but I've never ever come across the type of conservative I've seen here on this blog comments section in real life."
That's because they are being polite, for your sake.
No X Ray it's because there is a level of respect we have for one another, not merely politeness. Don't presume to know the caliber of my relationships with conservatives I have in my life offline. So MUCH presumptions among you folks here and as I said yesterday almost always uncannily wrong.
"Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays sweet Penny!"
Regretably, Inga, I'm more of a "Bah Humbug" holiday kinda gal.
BUT! I'll be keeping my eyes open for you tomorrow, and the next day...and the day after that.
So when we get to Xmas Eve and on through New Year's, if you could keep your eyes out for me? I'd be very appreciative.
I sure will Penny, I'm off to finish two Christmas stockings, and my pinkie finger hurts now, bah humbug!
XRay, we're ALL more polite than we wish we had to be.
Here, there, anywhere.
The CENTER needs to hold.
I suspect Inga is more polite in her offline interactions with conservatives as well.
Don't presume to know my relationships with leftists, either. They make up 98% of my extended family. I've tried, a few times, at family gatherings, etc., gently and gradually, to speak my view to a few, only to be met by the most hateful disdain. So, now, we just talk about the weather, or kids, or anything but politics. Out of politeness, you know.
Just had the oddest thing happen in my study... the loud sound of electrical snapping, the smell of something electrical burning, but no visible evidence of anything amiss. I think I'll keep 911 on speed dial tonight.
XRay if anything happens to you can I have your car?
Which isn't to say I'm not tragically worried about your personal safety and well-being.
"... we're ALL more polite than we wish we had to be."
A digression, but I remember things not always being that way. I remember just short of fistfights being the norm for deep conversation. Then, everyone waking on the morrow with 'respect' for each other, no matter their views. We understood that it was just words, and opinions, all as valid or not so as the rest. Or maybe, getting along in years, I'm just dreaming.
It's a truck, phx, 02 model but low milage. I could leave it with you, but then you've have to argue with my wife about that.
I've no clue what prompted your 'if anything happens to you'... do you mean my extended family? One of them going off the rail... nah, they're all too wimpish for that kind of deal. They know I'd kick their ass.
I remember things not always being that way. I remember just short of fistfights being the norm for deep conversation. Then, everyone waking on the morrow with 'respect' for each other, no matter their views.
That used to be the book (for some people) on the difference between how men and women argue.
Now the scorched-earth policy of arguing is becoming the norm it seems. That's another indication of a junk culture.
The center needs to hold? Maybe the center is not holding.
but then you've have to argue with my wife about that.
It's gonna be worse than arguing with you, isn't it?
I've no clue what prompted your 'if anything happens to you'.
Oh don't be dense XRay. You just told us about the sound and smell of bad electrical wiring in your study five minutes ago. I'm upset about it and everyone here is upset about it. But the sad fact is you aren't likely to make it through tonight without being turned into a human french fry and I'd like to have something in writing getting your truck.
You owe me man.
I can't imagine anyone being more right-wing than I or cruder, but I do get a little bothered by some of the personal name calling. It gets a little vicious. Don't get me wrong, I reserve the right to call any politician or cultural icons very despicable things, but I don't call others on this blog names. Call me old fashion, but it does bother me when it's done to a women.
I know I've only been commenting for a short time, but I have been reading this blog for a very long time.
More than fruit however, honey is used as a sexual metaphor in song.
To some people, it's fun hanging out with active and vibrant people who challenge your thinking. That's Inga.
To others, it's fun hanging out with people who think like you think.
If you're having "fun" here? Go spend an hour a day at HuffPo.
Spread your right wing, conservative "Joy".
Then, by all means, come back to Althouse to tell us how that went for you exactly.
"The center needs to hold? Maybe the center is not holding."
Oh for cripes sake. We got someone here who thinks they can keep their little finger in the dyke.
Chocolate syrup too. For example, "Brown Shoes Don't Make It" by Mothers of Invention.
"What would you do if she were your daughter?"
"I'd cover that girl with chocolate syrup and boogie til the cows come home."
Versions vary though.
I like the part that goes:
"She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose, she bite his fat neck and it curls his toes, she's only thirteen and she knows how to nasty".
I know it's sick, but I'm McTriumph.
When I was a (not that much younger) man, if I wanted to push my luck and find out a number of things about my date, I would randomly ask "peach or plum?"
Getting it at all was a good sign, although getting the ship righted if the reaction was bad was a challenge. If the lady laughed it was a lovely thing.
My nephew grew melons and guords this year, and people loved the specialty canteloupes. French orange or some such thing.
So we were going to have his cousin Emma do a video.
The farm is in Paradise Valley.
Business name: Melons of Paradise.
Emma is stacked and blonde and cute.
"Melons of Paradise.
They're firm and juicy.
And oh so tasty.
Sometimes the juice runs down my chin"
I got way off topic. Thus, the deletions.
I thought cherry too. One of my favorite all time television commercials was for multi-flavor pack "Life-Savers". In thirty seconds it gave five or so little vignettes of a different life saver's dissolving. The narrative for the cherry was, in a female voice, something pretty close to "I remember that time in the cottage. I thought it would last all night."
(Damn, I wish more ads from the seventies/eighties were available on you tube. Does anybody remember the Juicy Fruit ad with the pedophile clown?)
I forgot to click the email follow-up thingy.
Inga said...
...and my pinkie finger hurts now, bah humbug!
Penny said...
We got someone here who thinks they can keep their little finger in the dyke.
Talk about your sexual metaphors...
Inga said...
I know a lot of conservatives, I live amongst them and have them in my family, but I've never ever come across the type of conservative I've seen here on this blog comments section in real life.
That's interesting. I know a lot of liberals, I live amongst them and have them in my family, and they're all like the liberals I've seen here on this blog comments section.
http://www.google.com.ph/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=goblin%20market&source=web&cd=2&sqi=2&ved=0CDIQFjAB&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.poetryfoundation.org%2Fpoem%2F174262&ei=9nq3UOPVJY6hiAe7m4HgAg&usg=AFQjCNGwWyfnzt47ouq6dR4LkkWuQvoSsg
Why do I have the feeling that the men are picking Cherry and the women are picking Peach?
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