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Act Like A Man
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A dramatic tune in 4/4 about killing the goddess, escaping the all-devouring mother, claiming one's manhood.
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Acoustic rock and folk rock with country, blues, and American Songbook influences.
Formerly "Dr. C and the Stratocats," I'm now on a solo career as "Dr. C," but I had to change my stage name here because someone else had already claimed it. My music strives for melody above all else; I strive to make my songs memorable, so you can whistle a tune immediately. I see melody as the element most lacking in contemporaryr music. I love Sinatra and the Beatles, Gordon Lightfoot, Paul Simon, anyone who can write a memorable "tune."
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Charts
Peak #503
Peak in subgenre #84
Author
C. E. Chaffin
Rights
2010
Uploaded
September 03, 2009
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:49
Story behind the song
I was working on Jung's anima archetypes with some friends and this formed the creative backwash.
Lyrics
Killing the Goddess Bm Dime store bargains, plastic rings and tiny books to read Tumbled from the stocking of your mothera€™s empty creed. In the hollow of her sock Thata€™s where you came to call Till you discovered with a shock She wasna€™t there at all. Pawing through her papers and the jars of Vaseline You inhaled vapors to reverse what you had been-- Chorus: Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo bury the b*** Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo scratch a new itch Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee ball up your hand Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee act like a man Gone the white cocoon you thought would shelter you for good. Now the tindera€™s burned the box, ita€™s looking for new wood. Do not light that fire again Therea€™s nothing left to blaze Mother has expired again So crawl out through the haze. You were so beclouded that you thought her dream was real. With her body shrouded, you must learn to wheel and deal-- Chorus Funny how a vacuum burns inside our deepest core After ita€™s vacated by Madonna and the Whore Women we idealize As idols and repose Lest we stop to realize Wea€™re stalking our own ghost. There is no redeeming of the chrysalis she wove. Time to take an ax and clear Dianaa€™s sacred grove-- Chorus
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