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Turner -- seem to be speaking for a whole new breed of woman -- bold, tough,
and materialistic -- ("Girls Just Want to Have Fun," "Money Changes
Everything," and "Material Girl") -- seeking, along with equal pay, equal
sexual satisfaction -- with or without a partner. It was, indeed, a female singer,
Cyndi Lauper, who took the subject of auto eroticism out of the closet of
male album cuts and into the spotlight of single hits in "She Bop." (3)
Suggestive lyrics have traditionally employed metaphor, double entendre,
or the vagueness of the word it (long a stand-in for copulation) to evade
the censure of blue pencils. Back in 1928 Cole Porter's "Let's Do It" was
qualified by the line "Let's fall in love." By the sixties the Beatles could
dispense with the hedge and get away with a more direct, if somewhat funky
invitation: "Why Don't We Do It in the Road (No one will be watching
us)" which, repeated endlessly, constituted the song's entire lyric. The
semantics of it in contemporary songs has progressed on two levels: from
something the singer is thinking about doing to something the singer is
in the act of doing; and from the act of coitus in general to the act of fellatio
or cunnilingus in particular as in such recent hit titles as "Do It Any
You Want (But do it, do it, do it, do it)," "Do You Like It Girl," "I Like
To Do It," "I Wanna Do It to You," and "Lick It Up."
Not only has explicitness displaced subtlety, and the erotic territory
expanded to include masturbation and oral sex, but lyrics have even invaded
the once taboo terrain of incest. Rock superstar Prince, for example, whose
pornographic output includes the ode to fellatio "Head," gives the green
light to familiar intimacy in "Sister": She was thirty-two and lonely, he
was sixteen and innocent, and "Incest is everything it's said to be." (4)
It is apparent that we've entered the age of hard core lyrics. Dr. Hayakawa
wouldn't believe his ears: For example, the endlessly repeating chorus of
"Relax... when you want to come," accompanied by a synthesized orgasmic
beat, filled the airways [sic] around the world in 1984 and 1985 (5); Sheena
Easton, in another 1985 megahit, invited her partner to "spend the night
inside my sugar walls" (6); Oscar award winner Prince, addressing Sheila
E. in the duet "Erotic City" gets down to specifics, "I just want your creamy
thighs/We could f -- -- -- until the dawn" (7); And just in case a listener
doesn't catch the message on the stereo, it's all spelled out on the lyric sheets
that accompany the albums.
The language of today's four-letter "sexplicitness" was recently deplored
by Smokey Robinson, recording artist and vice president of Motown
Records, as "a situation in desperate need of change." (8)
That songs speak for their time is a given. But they are more than mere
mirrors of society; they are a potent force in the shaping of it. In this
increasingly acoustic world, popular songs -- whose attitudes and injunctions
are walked to, danced to, chanted, and internalized -- provide the primary
"equipment for living" for America's youth. (9) The power of lyrics to
persuade, and even to incite to action has long been known. In no previous
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