Let's Just F.

Here's something new, in honor of February being the month of good lovin' and Valentine's Day. The first little bit of this poem popped up recently in the new Ryan Fan Club Newzinetter #1.

Let's Just F.

Written by ryan of the ryan fan club

Romance is in the air and it's Saturday night

You're so beautiful in that dim moonlight

My tired, sore eyes now have a sight

How'd a guy like me get a woman so right

And then you sip on that glass of wine

Just slow enough to tease what's about to come

A quick glance for me, then glance away

Oh I'm so wrapped around your thumb

Another sip of sparkling wine

I'd love to be that glass on your lips

Still get a little nervous, it's true

When you surround me with your hips

Gotta keep it together

Gotta catch my breath

And then I catch your breath 

As your soft kiss touches my neck

I'm in the mood for sweet love

And you know it's just my luck

Then you look me in the eyes and whisper

Let's just fuck...

Now the candles aren't the only things giving off heat
And your ten painted toes are all curled
Your dress slowly crashes to the floor and it's clear

We're the only two people in the world
Then together we become one in the shadows
Our fingers intermingled with desire
You're making those sounds I so long to hear
This foreplay has set us on fire
And on top you've positioned yourself
I lean back to gaze upon your beauty, and I'm awestuck
Then I softly begin to profess my love
Your finger presses on my lip as you say, let's just fuck...

...now wasn't that romantic?

Where's the line?

One of the new songs I've recorded is called "Hot Mess".  It's a funky-rock song all about... well... how can I put this delicately... cunningulus.

There I said it.  Cunningulus.  Just say it out loud and it'll be okay.  Just make sure your mom isn't in the same room.  Chances are, she knows that word and you don't.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, loosely translated it means "going down on a girl".

Are you blushing yet?

So here's the thing.  There's a few ways to go about this kind of subject matter, right?  There are lyrics like, "...I'll love you all through the night because I eat _______ oh so right..."  

What's the first word that comes to your mind?

Would I insert the word "pussy" into that lyric?  Or would I simply use "cherry pie" and let YOUR dirty mind illustrate what everyone else is already thinking?

Complicated, isn't it?  So, where do we draw the line on good taste? And who is the judge of good taste?  Your parents?  MY parents?  The government?  The Church?  Madonna?  Or do we simply slap a Parental Advisory sticker all over everything.  Those stickers pretty much paraphrase, "hey kid, this album has lots of swearing and sex and your mom doesn't want you to hear it."

Artists have been pushing the boundaries since the day those boundaries were established. 

Now, I'm not the type to delve too far into the "vulgar" territory.  At least not anymore... I think I'm all done with songs called "Fart In Your Mouth, Baby".  I'd rather sing a wink with a smile and let you read between the lines.  I mean, we all have those thoughts, but not broadcasting them bluntly is what makes them so inappropriate when we do.  And it makes us all feel like a little bit of a bad-ass on the inside for having those thoughts.

You.  Are.  Not.  Alone.

So enjoy this song when it comes out.  Don't worry... it won't be much longer now.

- Ryan