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TheMoralLaw

 
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This always struck me as the kind of an interesting take on female regret. At least in the 70s you could still do a song about female regret. I hope some Ladies Forum members find it at least novel.

 

TheMoralLaw

 
Banned
The second song, "Under Attack," is literally a young woman crying out for someone to save her from an impending life of modern degeneracy and heartbreak.
I like the thesis about ABBA. But just one question: if a song preached that message, wouldnt that be a good thing: an aid for putting women on the right road?
 

Starlight

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
This always struck me as the kind of an interesting take on female regret. At least in the 70s you could still do a song about female regret. I hope some Ladies Forum members find it at least novel.

No one is allowed to talk about abortion regret which is the part of the song that stuck out to me. That song reminds of this poem from the 60’s:

the mother
By Gwendolyn Brooks

Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?—
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.
 

Kitty Tantrum

Kingfisher
Woman
Catholic
I like the thesis about ABBA. But just one question: if a song preached that message, wouldnt that be a good thing: an aid for putting women on the right road?
If a song actively and explicitly preached AGAINST this kind of "living," that would be one thing. But it seems to me that just singing about it, in a context such as an ABBA song, even in a way that is reminiscent of fear or regret, in many ways serves only to make it seem relatable and common. Maybe even something to aspire to. A common theme among young female fans of the arts and entertainment industry is the perverse notion that the worldly heartbreak associated with poor decision-making can somehow render them "beautifully broken" - like the women who are manufactured and held up as pop stars. It's glamorous, you know. Do those women honestly look like they're suffering? Is the average worldly young woman going to look at a beautiful, dressed up starlet, and hear the tragic words tumbling out of her mouth, and honestly think to herself "boy, I'd better avoid ending up like HER..." ?

Nahhh.

This is why I like Marty Robbins and his apparent penchant for singing about people who make poor decisions and end up dead or permanently suffering.

No one is allowed to talk about abortion regret which is the part of the song that stuck out to me.
How about abortion ANGER?

I'm shy about sharing stuff like this, but it seems timely. This is a song I actually wrote myself... or, that is to say, it kind of wrote itself in my head, beginning shortly after I found out that MY OWN MOTHER had an abortion when she got pregnant again soon after I was born. It would have been in the summer of 2017, when I found out. By early 2020 the words were done and it had grown a tune and I recorded it the first time. It's REALLY HARD to sing, actually, because I always end up emotional and my vocal chords tighten up. So fair warning, the production quality is not the best. I am not any kind of musician, I just got a song stuck in my head that nobody else had written yet and I had to get it out.

It is not a song about abortion, but that is a great portion of the anger and emotion that is in it. I think of it as something like a war song... or a lament for the fall of my country.


On a more lighthearted note: you can hear some doggos barking in the background of the recording. I don't know these doggos at all, but I was out at my dad's house (also where I grew up) recently and was wandering around and decided to start singing, as I often do... and I swear these dogs (situated on several different neighboring parcels) were trying to sing with me. At first I got distracted by it but then I thought it would be fun to record it, and I ended up liking it more than I usually like recordings of myself. They kind of stopped after a while, though. :blush:
 

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
If a song actively and explicitly preached AGAINST this kind of "living," that would be one thing. But it seems to me that just singing about it, in a context such as an ABBA song, even in a way that is reminiscent of fear or regret, in many ways serves only to make it seem relatable and common. Maybe even something to aspire to. A common theme among young female fans of the arts and entertainment industry is the perverse notion that the worldly heartbreak associated with poor decision-making can somehow render them "beautifully broken" - like the women who are manufactured and held up as pop stars. It's glamorous, you know. Do those women honestly look like they're suffering? Is the average worldly young woman going to look at a beautiful, dressed up starlet, and hear the tragic words tumbling out of her mouth, and honestly think to herself "boy, I'd better avoid ending up like HER..." ?

Nahhh.

This is why I like Marty Robbins and his apparent penchant for singing about people who make poor decisions and end up dead or permanently suffering.


How about abortion ANGER?

I'm shy about sharing stuff like this, but it seems timely. This is a song I actually wrote myself... or, that is to say, it kind of wrote itself in my head, beginning shortly after I found out that MY OWN MOTHER had an abortion when she got pregnant again soon after I was born. It would have been in the summer of 2017, when I found out. By early 2020 the words were done and it had grown a tune and I recorded it the first time. It's REALLY HARD to sing, actually, because I always end up emotional and my vocal chords tighten up. So fair warning, the production quality is not the best. I am not any kind of musician, I just got a song stuck in my head that nobody else had written yet and I had to get it out.

It is not a song about abortion, but that is a great portion of the anger and emotion that is in it. I think of it as something like a war song... or a lament for the fall of my country.


On a more lighthearted note: you can hear some doggos barking in the background of the recording. I don't know these doggos at all, but I was out at my dad's house (also where I grew up) recently and was wandering around and decided to start singing, as I often do... and I swear these dogs (situated on several different neighboring parcels) were trying to sing with me. At first I got distracted by it but then I thought it would be fun to record it, and I ended up liking it more than I usually like recordings of myself. They kind of stopped after a while, though. :blush:
Insightful! And you have a lovely voice.
 

muhtea

Robin
Woman
Catholic
Not an abortion song, but an infanticide song, so same thing.


Down By The Greenwood Side - Nana Mouskouri

There was a fair maiden lived in the north
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
She fell in love with her father's clerk
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

He courted her a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
Till her, the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

She leaned her back against the thorn
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And there, two bonny boys, she's born
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

She's taken out her little knife
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And she's robbed them of their life
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

As she walked by her father's wall
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
She saw her two bonny boys playing ball
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Oh, bonny boys, if you were mine,
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
I'd dress you up in silk so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Oh, mother dear, when we were thine,
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
You did not treat us then so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Now, bonny boys, come tell to me
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
What sort of death I'll have to die?
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Seven years a fish in the flood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years a bird in the wood
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Seven years a tongue in the warning bell
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years in the flames of hell
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Welcome, welcome, fish in the flood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And welcome, welcome, bird in the wood
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh

Welcome tongue to the warning bell
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
But, God, save me from the flames of, hell
Down by the Greenwood side, e-oh
Down by the Greenwood side


This is a version of an old murder ballad called "The Cruel Mother". There are various versions of the lyrics.
 

muhtea

Robin
Woman
Catholic
And here is a much less disturbing one I used to play and sing along with for my babies. I also used it for a friend's baby when she was a bit fussy and she got all sleepy and relaxed, awww.... sniff...


One more, because why not. I really like songs in 3/4 time.

 

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
Unchain by Whiteheart
Lyrics:

Tears are falling on my story book
Colors running, I don't want to look
There's a cloud on my looking glass
Full of questions, I'm afraid to ask
Afraid to love, such a chance to take
If I love and lose, my fragile heart will break
No dotted line, there's no guarantee
For the story's end you may never see
Unchain me from my poverty, release my soul
Unchain my life
Let the doubt and the darkness fall from my eyes
Unchain my dreams
Let the heavens of love open up in me
Unchain my life, unchain
Drop the chains from my heart and hands
Don't want to be just a halfway man
Got a world of love, I feel deep inside
But then I go, hit a wall of pride
For if you stop, take a look at me
I want you seeing what I want you to see
No storybook there's no guarantee
Still a voice of love is calling you and me
Unchain me from this poverty, release my soul
Unchain my life
Let the doubt and the darkness fall from my eyes
Unchain my dreams
Let the heavens of love open up in me
Unchain my heart
There's no better time than now to start
Unchain my dreams, unchain
Unchain my life
Let the doubt and the darkness fall from my eyes
Unchain my dreams
Let the heavens of love open up in me
Unchain my heart
There's no better time than now to start
Unchain my dreams, unchain
 

DanielaEverheart

Sparrow
Woman
It got dark kinda soon
I feel hopeful this will change...
Meet 'Vkgoeswild', an Ukranian lady doing piano covers of usually rock/metal songs.
This has been on my mind today and I feel Blessed and grateful that her salvation could be asked for in corporate requests.

(Vkgoeswild - Placebo cover - Special needs)
 

TexasJenn

Woodpecker
Woman
Orthodox Inquirer
All day long I've been making art and listening to good music with the windows open while it rains. This song is almost 30 years old and it rocks! As true as it ever was :love:

 

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
All day long I've been making art and listening to good music with the windows open while it rains. This song is almost 30 years old and it rocks! As true as it ever was :love:

I like this in the lyrics, but I hope in means the Lord Jesus! :-


Oh, the sun is hot
A man is just a man
When the darkness comes
You're got to do with what you're got
I'm doing what I can

Laughing in my sleep dancing on the stone
Waiting here for something something I don't know
Deep in the darkness I go to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
 

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
Christian power metal singer, Michael Sweet singing a soft melody:

Michael Sweet – Blue Bleeds Through Lyrics​


(Philippians 1: 6)
Winter, cold and gray as my soul it is these days
And purple, limped aside as it pawned my crown away
Red rants and raves, it comes in waves once calmed by you
And black always asks me, "Ain't it great to be alone"
Chorus
And the Blue Bleeds Through all
Yes the Blue Seeps Through all
Yellow, waking warm and reminding me of home
And orange, warm and changing me, leaves are letting go
Green creeps between me, wanting all I've ever known
And white holds me tight and whispers, "You are not alone"
Repeat chorus
Bridge
These constantly changing colors I swear is never me
But from further back I see my grand painting
Solo
Repeat chorus
(In my heart, and in my mind)
Winter, cold and gray as my soul it is these days.


 

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
You reminded me of this band I used to listen to.

This song and video hit me hard. It's raw and simply tender. I was perfectly fine and then realized I'm actually not. It's effect is one of deliverance and healing. The Holy Spirit is my closest Comforter. I believe He caused you to post that song, what feels like it was just for me.

Bless you.
 
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