Now and Then

Then (from Newadvent.org):

The popular customs associated with Saint Valentine’s Day undoubtedly had their origin in a conventional belief generally received in England and France during the Middle Ages, that on 14 February, i.e. half way through the second month of the year, the birds began to pair. Thus in Chaucer’s Parliament of Foules we read:

For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne’s day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.

For this reason the day was looked upon as specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending lovers’ tokens. Both the French and English literatures of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries contain allusions to the practice.

Now (from UrbanDictionary.com):
1) holiday maliciously created to make lonely people extremely depressed.
2) a corporate conspiracy conceived by candy makers, rose growers, lingerie stores, and jewellers to get people to spend money on junk.

And now a love song and a not-so-love song (from my favorite music group) for your Valentines or Single’s Awareness reading please:

The Love Song:
Mayor of Simpleton by XTC (from Oranges & Lemons)

Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that’s stupid of me,
But it’s nothing that I care about.

Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that’s I love you.

When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.

I can’t have been there when brains were handed round,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it’s really unsound,
That you’re ever seen talking to me.

Well I don’t know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that’s I love you.

I’m not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
What you get is all real,
I can’t put on an act,
it takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway…)

And I can’t unravel riddles problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that’s I love you (I love you).

If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I’m the man who grew the money tree,
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one),
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they’re paupers and that’s how they’ll stay.

Well I don’t know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the Nobel prizes that I’ve never won,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that’s I love you.

When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You’ll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)

The Anti-Love Song:
I’m the Man Who Murdered Love by XTC (from Wasp Star (Apple Venus pt. 2))

I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

He was begging on his bended knee
For me to put him from his misery
He hadn’t worked at all this century
Said I’d do a job for all humanity

I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

I put a bullet in his sugar head
He thanked me kindly
then he lay down dead
Phoney roses blossomed where he bled
Then all the cheering angels shook my
hand and said

I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
Oh It’s the middle of the song
I’m guilty
And then I turned and said

There’ll be no more pain
from broken hearts
And no more lovers to be torn apart
Before you throw me
in your dungeon dark
Your honour, they’ll be putting statues up
In every park

I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

So dear public I’m here to confess
That I’m the one who freed us from this mess
Love won’t be calling at your address
‘Cause what you’ve never had you’ll never miss,
I guess

I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I’m the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

If you never, ever use it
You know you’re gonna lose it
If you never, ever kiss it
How you ever gonna miss it?

About planet3rry

I'm a husband, father and runner in the Knoxville area. I love the way that running makes me feel and how it has changed my thinking. I am always looking for the new PR whether in the 5k or the marathon