One must occasionally think carefully about the lyrics of the songs one listens to.
Usually they are innocuous but sometimes they can endorse things that might not be the best thing. Eminem is notorious for courting controversy in his lyrics and no one would want to be associated with some of the things that he is associated with.
No one would have suspected that New Zealand's beloved Brooke Fraser would be such an artist. I am not talking about the kinds of stuff that Eminem ends up in the media for. No sirs and madams I am talking about being on her high horse! My friend so kindly pointed out to me this weekend that if you listen to Brooke Fraser's song "Betty" and are a single/unmarried career woman you are listening to something that by rights should offend you.
My friend persuaded me that this song is about career women. When you look at the lyrics (below) we have reference to designer clothing, stiletto heels, a serious stare, a fool proof plan for a lonely life, not desiring to be a wife and expectations.
It could be seen in another way, that 'Betty' is hiding behind her ambition and that her personality doesn't come through because of that but it could also be seen as this: 'Betty' has too much ambition and should want to settle down.
Not everyone wants that, not everyone is ready for that, not everyone needs that, not everyone is destined for that. Just because Ms. Fraser has both does not mean that she needs to be so condescending to those who either don't want both or have not been able to achieve both.
I, for one, won't be buying anymore of her albums. I don't like the message that this song sends to girls who might want to be career women one day. I, also, like my Click Clack Shoes, thank you very much! Brooke upset me this time, sorry Ms Fraser!
Lyrics:
You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
That you try to keep a secret
You got a quick clack walk and a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk they'd say they just don't care
Before they wander off
To hide inside their sockets
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won't be no one's daughter and no drunk man's wife
If a wife at all
It's a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/betty-lyrics-brooke-fraser.html ]
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You're cool coy, 'bout your strawberry hip
It's you that's hidden by the expectations
We want to see you, won't you show us where to start?
You're talking trash with your replica lips
It's you that tickle in the conversation
Sweet Betty, won't you show us who you are?
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
That you try to keep a secret
You got a quick clack walk and a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk they'd say they just don't care
Before they wander off
To hide inside their sockets
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won't be no one's daughter and no drunk man's wife
If a wife at all
It's a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/betty-lyrics-brooke-fraser.html ]
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You're cool coy, 'bout your strawberry hip
It's you that's hidden by the expectations
We want to see you, won't you show us where to start?
You're talking trash with your replica lips
It's you that tickle in the conversation
Sweet Betty, won't you show us who you are?
You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You've got your secrets
You've got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
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