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| Gimme, gimme that . . . that thing before you hurt somebody! |
Yeah,
you got that yummy-yum
That
yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Yeah,
you got that yummy-yum
That
yummy-yum, that yummy-yummy
Say the word,
on my way
Yeah
babe, yeah babe, yeah babe
Well
I'm the first to admit that I'm way out of my depth when it comes to interpreting the language in which Justin Bieber hits are crafted.
The word “curmudgeon” comes to mind . . . again.
And
why would I even go there, knowing this? Well I read a re-post from
Canadian
Mennonite
of a Gary Harder post of a year ago or so that said he got involved
in a retired-clergy hockey game and one player appeared a great deal
younger than his fellow clergy, and, turns out, would you believe, it was Justin Bieber!
(I don't know if he was an ex-pastor with the same name as the
celebrated heartthrob, or the REAL Justin Bieber. Honestly, I hardly
knew nor cared whose leg was being pulled here. Or, possibly, that
you might not know whether or not I'm pulling yours?)
And
then I read the CBC morning news and was told there that Justin
Bieber (pretty sure this was the real celebrity and not an aging
Mennonite retired pastor) has Lyme Disease.
And
then, of course, I Googled Justin
Bieber
and read some of the poetry emanating from his creative but
apparently Lyme-infected mind and came across Yummy,
Yummy, and
from there I pondered other love song lyrics and what came to mind
first was from John Denver's Annie's
Song:
You
fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
And
I wondered, do “You fill up my senses” and “Yummy-yummy”
actually say the same thing? And I wondered, “How young do you have
to be for Yummy-yummy
to
be fully appreciated?” And then, “how old do you have to be for
You
fill up my senses
to resonate?
And
then, of course, there's the Song of Songs 4:1:
How
beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.
And
now I'm trying to imagine a woman's hair using the imagery of “a
flock of goats,” etc. Not working.
I
end this post-with-no-apparent-point-to-it with what's called a
“mash-up” in Bieber-generation-music circles, I think:
Yummy-yummy
How
you fill up my senses
Like
a flock of goats descending
From
the hills of Gilead
Yummy-yummy
Come
fill me again
Yeah!
Have a yummy-yummy day!