Lay It Down
Ratt
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I know you don't really know me
I know you don't really care to see me
I'm into total affection
Not being scared if you never please me
You know you really want to lay it down
Right now
And how
I know you really want to lay it down
Right now
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Under the sheets you will find me
I know that nothin's for free
You take what's good for your pleasin'
I'll take what's good for this crazy evening
You know you really want to lay it down
Right now
And how
I know you really want to lay it down
Right now
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
And I know you only want romance
I'll give you all that I can
If you give me just one chance
To prove myself
In love
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
(Lay it down)
Lay it down
Yeah yeah yeah!
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This is the very epitome of 80's hair band music:
a great guitar lick,
suggestive lyrics best suited for high-school sophomores,
and a heavy beat.
I was in love almost instantly.
The 80s were a more innocent time,
more naïve.
I was in my 20s then.
I didn't have big hair, no.
But I did have a mullet!
And I did have those huge, baggy pants, too.
"Parachute pants"?
Was that what they were called?
I was fifty-plus pounds lighter,
still had all my teeth,
could still blow most people out of the water
in swimming competitions,
and watched as same-aged acquaintances
did everything they could to join the rat race.
Many of them have cashed out.
Many more are permanently embittered.
Many have gone through multiple marriages,
and most voted for Trump in 2016
(if demographic data is to be believed).
They hankered to be wan suburbans,
to live that suburban life,
to make that suburban brochure
as neat and shiny and riddled
with bullet points outlining a half-lived
half-life as they could.
I wonder if the same thing happened to these big hair bands
once the fame train left them at the station.
My hope is that some of them retained their rebelliousness,
and added to it,
and continue to this day to rock with both middle fingers
stiffly extended at this
deathly society.
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Digital Art: When the Flowers Dance by yours truly
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