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| Singer Sarah Kenvyn. |
A tasteful soupçon of sex appeal didn't hurt the Kennedys in 1960, the Clintons in 1992 and 1996, or the Obamas in 2008 and 2012. More overt sex appeal in the candidate's family (spouse, children, in-laws) didn't seem to hurt Hair Gropenführer, but let's stay within Democratic standards of dignity. (As for the double standard, I say "Vive la difference!")
Here are three music videos to make the point. In third place, we have an impromptu performance of "Ain't Life A Brook" from Sarah Kenvyn for the song's author, Ferron, at a gathering to celebrate the opening of the latter's writing retreat, The Fen Sanctuary, in Michigan. The breathiness and slight nasality gives Sarah's voice a unique, quiet charm.
The fruit, water, zephyrs, shadows, sheets, dancing, isolation and longing combine to make "Meet Me At The Oasis" by Lennie Gallant hauntingly sensual.
Arguably the sexiest tune ever written, "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak sends shivers down spines. That voice!
Young people who are close to writing off the Democratic Party as a dinosaur, as a gerontocracy of prudish abuelos who gave birth by immaculate conception, may be in for a pleasant surprise.
Sex appeal?
We invented sex appeal.
Lyrics to "Ain't Life a Brook":
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| Songwriter Ferron. |
I get to thinking our love's a polished stone
You give me a long drawn look
I know pretty soon you're going to leave our home
And of course I mind,
Especially when I'm thinking from my heart
But life don't clickety clack down a straight line track
It comes together and it comes apart.
You say you hope I'm not the kind
To make you feel obliged
To go ticking through your time
With a pained look in your eyes
You give me the furniture, we'll divide the photographs
Go out to dinner one more time
Have ourselves a bottle of wine
And a couple of laughs
And when first you left
I stayed so sad I wouldn't sleep
I know that love's a gift, I thought yours was mine
And something that I could keep
Now I realize that time is not the only compromise
But a bird in the hand could be an all night stand
Between a blazing fire and a pocket of skies
So I hope I'm not the kind
To make you feel obliged
To go ticking through your time
With a pained look in your eyes
I covered the furniture, I framed the photographs
Went out to dinner one more time
Had myself a bottle of wine and a couple of laughs
And just the other day
I got your letter in the mail
I'm happy for you, its been so long
You've been wanting a cabin and a backwoods trail
And I think that's great...me...
I seem to find myself in school
It's all Ok, I just want to say
I'm so relieved we didn't do it cruel
But ain't life a brook
Just when I get to feeling like a polished stone
I give me along drawn look
It's kind of a drag to find yourself alone
And sometimes I mind
Especially when I'm waiting on your heart
But life don't clickety clack down a straight line track
It comes together and it comes apart.
Cause I know you're not the kind
To make me feel obliged
To go ticking through my time with a pained look
In my eyes
I sold the furniture, I put away the photographs
Went out to dinner one more time
Skipped the bottle of wine
Had a couple of laughs
And wasn't it fine...
Lyrics for "Meet Me At the Oasis":
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| Songwriter Lennie Gallant. |
He stepped on a land mine left behind from the war
I've no sugar for this tea - no salt for this rice
On this riverbed the water runs no more Chorus:
(Won't you) Meet me at the oasis
Bring me Bedouin tea and your silver spoon
Meet me at the oasis
Drop your veil - descend the dune
And we'll drink from the moon
Over the painted canyon - the moon was rising
I saw a solitary silhouette against the sky
The pyromaniac sun, hiding behind the horizon
Settling fire to the mountains of Sinai
There's an acacia tree here, bearing nothing but thorns
We break off a dead branch and burn it to keep warm
It's so cold in the nighttime, but the Dutch oven days
bake a mirage of you - my heart is parched and warm
Lyrics for "Wicked Game":
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| Songwriter Chris Isaak. |
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(This girl is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one
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