Filthy Mouths

I adore curse words. I really do. I think they have a certain ring to them that no other words can quite capture. The way they move your tongue, shape your lips and contort your face while belting them out is beautifully theatrical. They can express rage, jest, love, degradation, and so much more! They add a bit more umph to whatever it is they are expressing. I love you is nice and sweet but I fucking love you, now that is sincerity right there.

Of course like any other good thing in the world, it can go oh so wrong. There are those who misuse or abuse the beauty that is cursing, or cussing (I never understood the difference.) To take an effective, expressive tool and turn it into a prostitute whose pimp is bad music is a tragedy.

Songs like, “Get Low” by Lil John and Eastside Boyz are what give profanity a bad rap. With 76 curses “Get Low” might take the cake for overuse of all forms of fuck. Don’t get me wrong that song is catchy and you might even catch me trying to get low to it.

It is not just rap songs that have this addiction to bitch, shit, fuck and anything else you can think of. Plenty of artists spread these words on their songs like a fat kid spreads Fluff on his bread. But the bands that use the F-bomb and its friends artfully, sparingly are utilizing the true value of these words.

Don’t let these magnificent cusses lose their potency. It should be a crime to use too many in one song. Unless you are Eminem and it is a true disorder. “ And since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse”.  So, lets refrain from fucking that ho and bitch slapping that mother fucker. Instead lets make love to our women and show that dude who’s boss.  No wait, fuck it now you just sound like a pussy!