A Personal History and Mythology of Blue Jeans
In the old movies,
The women wore
Skirts and dresses.
Marilyn Monroe,
In “River of No Return”,
Had on tight blue jeans.
Mom wore dresses.
(Did women have legs,
Or were they
Like mermaids under there?
And why did they leave
a toilet full of blood, sometimes?)
In the mid ‘50s
She got some tight pants,
With green, vertical lines
And some kind of flower pattern.
She had legs, and an ass.
(toosie, she'd taught us to call it,
A word that sounds like a cushion.)
I felt embarrassed when she wore them.
Then she got a denim skirt.
“It looks like blue jeans! ”
Said my brother Fred.
It did, with stitched, white
Pockets on the rear.
I felt I’d die, that eyes,
My own included,
Would rivet on Mother’s ass.
Blue jeans were for boys.
(Our mythologies, they say,
Determine how we dress—
In this case, how our parents
Dressed us, after the War,
In cities and in suburbs,
Little cowboys everywhere,
Kicking soccer balls
And sliding slides,
Who’d never plowed a field
Or herded cows.
I fantasized of boys, back then,
For blue jeans x-rayed bodies
With their pockets
And their rivets
And their stitches.
“This is beyond
Naked, ” I’d say to myself,
Wondering “Why isn’t it
Against the law? ”
Of course, I never asked aloud.)
And then, in junior high,
One shapely girl
started wearing
Tight blue jeans.
She found the secret first.
(Maybe she’d seen
“River of No Return”.)
Today, half the women
Who walk into the coffee shop
Are clad in that blue intrigue.
After 40 years of contemplation,
My mind still cannot penetrate
The intrigue and the mystery
Or dethrone the mythology
Of those streamlined bodies
That help to bring my world alive,
though clothed
In its illusions.
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The Blue Jeans I Remember
the blue jeans i remember
after a very cold season
in that coconut farm
tight blue jeans
smelling my swelling
legs
and dirty with saline
taste
unwashed in the corner
of my room
i always see your
warm hands
sliding
inside them
damn blue jeans
spare my sanity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Its the weekend, and I know that youre free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
Ill meet ya in the usual place
You dont need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
song performed by by Keith Urban
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Blue Jean
Blue jean-i just met me a girl named blue jean
Blue jean-she got a camouflaged face and no money
Remember they always let you down when you need em
Oh, blue jean-is heaven any sweeter than blue jean
She got a police bike
She got a turned up nose
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can send me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody send me
(oh, somebody send me)
One day Im gonna write a poem in a letter
One day Im gonna get that faculty together
Remember like everybody has to wait in line
Blue jean-look out world you know Ive got mine
She got latin roots
She got everything
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can tempt me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody sent me
(oh, somebody send me)
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can tempt me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody sent me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody somebody
(oh, somebody send me)
Oh, somebody send me
(oh, somebody send me)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Azul....
Shades of blue confronts the
man in blue, so blue, but not
electric blue, the blue in faded jeans
saddening blue, the blue in marble,
glossy, but sadder still, the faint
blue of a heavy sky, laden with rain
some restraints, falling suppressed,
the blue in that deserted lagoon,
those blue Spanish eyes gone,
the navy blue without an address,
the blue lips, lesser in oxygen
content,
the bluebird perched upon a twig,
kingfisher blue without a fish,
a blue heart, pastel blue shirt
torn blue, blues, blue bruises....
the puerto azul....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Envy Looks Restlessly
blue jeans, yes, the blue
in the jeans, the jeans
i claim that it is all that i see,
but i may go on a deeper
exploration of this
introspection, there was
something fleshy
under the blueness of the jeans
something dark
like the color of the night
filled with
desires that one wants
to spell correctly,
there is the hand there
resting
and with a permission
since it stays there for
a longer time
unhampered
their eyes are smiling
and they were telling me
about
the art of letting go
and sending out the doves
free finally from their
decorated cage
at the end i always
ask
what did i feel?
frankly, i may say
nothing, but let me explore
the secret room inside my house,
envy is there
wide awake and wanting to go
out of itself
towards the darkness of the night
and the coldness
of the typhoon air
envy looks out of the
window
and it is very restless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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What Are We?
1) Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him dropp one leg.
What are we?
2) Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye,
And a long tail which she let fly;
And every time she went over a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
3) Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
What are we?
We have nothing to say today
We are being asked
What are we
And we think we are bullied
Because
Because we think we know what we are
Because we think we are the obvious
Plain like blue clouds, blue seas, blue kingfishers
Blue, blues, blue bruises, blue flag,
Blue crayon, blue surplus cars
Electric blue, shades of blue
We are black and blue
We feel blue
We think blue
We are blue.
And the obvious is like the biggest mountain ahead of us
And they ask: what is that?
And they see us
And ask us what are we?
Aren’t they all crazy?
We respect them and tell them nothing.
we have nothing to say forevermore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O’ Woman In Jeans
O’woman in jeans
you are modern
you are not bound in chains like
that one in saree
O‘ woman in jeans
you work and work
you don't need that multitude of suits with dupattas
few pairs of top and jeans is enough
O’ woman in jeans
you look more curvy more sensuous
even when you are fully covered
your hips your bust is far more powerful
than one in saree, in stiched suits
O’ woman in jeans
you can move you can run
you need no excuse like
that head covered women
you can thwart the attempts of rapist
O’ woman in jeans
you look sensuous
you look commanding
you look proud
you need not to play submissive
O woman in jeans
poem by Pawan Sharma
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Vagabond Of The Western World
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He told her that he loved her
And he took all of her silver
He told her that he needed her too
He said hey baby, you got eyes of blue
But he was a vagabond
Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
The kind of eyes that say I do eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
He roamed around the cities
Searching for his fortune and fame
No lady ever got to know his name
Shame, but that was his game
Gave a girl a baby boy
He said this child is my pride and joy
Im busy running wild and free
Make sure he grows up like me
And Im a vagabond
Blue eyes, oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
The kind of eyes that say I do eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh baby blue, oh blue eyes
Oh I could tell you a story of a vagabond
He was a playboy of the western world
He wore an earring in his left ear
You see his father he was a gypsy
You just might meet him upon the highway
Pretty fine dancer too
But hes leave you blue, hed leave
Hed leave you woman
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Im One
Every year is the same
Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
And I feel it again,
Im a loser - no chance to win.
Im a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.
Loneliness starts sinking in.
But Im one.
But Im one.
I am one.
I am one.
And I can see
And I can see
That this is me,
That this is me,
And I will be,
And I will be,
Youll all see
Youll all see
Im the one.
Im the one.
Where do you get
Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans?
Those blue blue jeans?
Faded patched secret so tight.
Faded patched secret so tight.
Where do you get
Where do you get
That walk oh so lean?
That walk oh so lean?
Your shoes and your shirts
Your shoes and your shirts
All just right.
All just right.
But Im one etc.
But Im one etc.
I got a gibson
I got a gibson
Without a case
Without a case
But I cant get that even tanned look on my face.
But I cant get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.
Voice too loud.
But Im one.
But Im one.
song performed by by Who
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Twentieth Century Fox
She claims we travel in a rollin' jet
But in fact she arrived on a blue Corvette
She almost dares to plush your tail
Loves her daddy's cash 'cause it spends so well
Just watch the way she walks, she's got a double [wild] figure
Watch her body talk
Chorus:
She's a twentieth century fox, oh watch her walk
She's a twentieth century fox, talk that talk
She got designer jeans, so tight 'n blue
Regardin' the sweat when she looks at you
She loves lights, cameras and action
To the boys on the set, she's the star attraction
Just watch the way she walks, she's got it all up front
Just watch her body talk
(chorus)
(Solo)
(Talk that talk, ooh)
She got designer jeans, so tight 'n blue
Regardin' the sweat when she looks at you
She loves lights, cameras and action
To the boys on the set, she's the star attraction
Just watch the way she walks, she's got a double [wild] figure
Just watch her body talk
(chorus)
She's a twentieth century fox, oh watch her walk, watch her walk
She's a twentieth century fox, talk that talk
(Walk that walk, talk that talk)
Twentieth century fox, she's a twentieth century fox
Twentieth century fox, twentieth century fox... (to fade
song performed by by 38 Special
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Forever In Blue Jeans
Written by: neil diamond and richard bennet
Money talks
But it dont sing and dance
And it dont talk
As long as I can have you here with me
Id much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
Honey is sweet
But it aint nothing next to babys treat
And if youll pardon me
Id like to say
Well do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight by the fire
All alone you and i
Nothing around but the sound
Of my heart and your sighs
Money talks
But it dont sing and dance
And it cant walk
As long as I can have you here with me
Id much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
And honey is sweet
But it aint nothing next to babys treat
And if youll pardon me
Id like to say
Well do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight by the fire
All alone you and i
Nothing around but the sound
Of my heart and your sighs
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Sophisticated Lady
Sophisticated lady tryn to change my ways
Just because youre caught in your social maze.
I think its about time that you realize
Your money and your powers got you mesmerized.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Educated lady with your college degree,
Amazes me why you just cant see.
Learned evrything from your books on the shelf,
But no one ever taught you how to think for yourself.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Sophisticated lady , take a lesson from me,
I can help you be what you want to be.
Together well see many brighter days,
If it takes forever, gonna change your ways. pretty lady.
Sweet thing.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Black Jeans
Going somewhere special
Or just living an ordinary day,
Makes all the difference
Of what I wear along the way -
A wedding, or a funeral
It's all a serious scene,
No room for blue
Just got to wear my best black jeans -
Out on the farm
Or driving my old truck,
I'm sportin' my faded Wranglers
Or even bibs, like good ol' Huck -
But, when comes time
For show and shine,
I go deep in the closet
My pressed black pants to find -
They're the ones
That look best,
With my buckaroo boots
And Western vest -
Blue may be fine
For the daily, routine grind, but
Jeans of black are where it's at,
Whenever I'm headed out
Topped with my best, clean cowboy hat!
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Blue Light
Oh well, here we are again
Lookin 4 something 2 get us in the mood
I tell each and every one of my friends
That the love we make is really pretty rude
But they dont believe me cuz its written all over my face
Like evian and the deep blue sea
U and me got different taste
U like it in the dark but I like a
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
U say u wish I was shy
I always take a simple thing and push it way 2 far
But baby, thats the problem with u and i
U say not in public but I say in the car
Say, we need to get wild again like it was when we first met
Close your eyes and count 2 ten and when u open em -
Ill be standing naked with nothing but a smile on
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Ill be 117
Ull be still sayin baby not 2 nite
Its easy 2 see us on the cover of a magazine
double heart attack, couple both die in a fight
Oh baby! I dont wanna cross that road cuz I love u 2 much
Id do anything just 2 heat up your cold touch
Anything I would do, but up until u tell me 2
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light (cuddle up 2 me)
So tight
Cuddle up next 2 me baby
U and me all night, alright blue light
Light (u turn on a) blue light
And every thing will be alright
Oooh blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
song performed by by Prince
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I'm into a casual-dressing girl: blue jeans and a tank top is super sexy. But the sexiest thing on a girl - when I see it I'm like, oh my God - is these little tight boxers. Don't get me wrong, g-strings are fine, but those cover a little, to where it's just enough.
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Bad Denim
You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.
Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
When you wear 'your' blue jeans,
You lift my low self esteem.
Some other people need to quit,
Trying to squeeze them till they rip.
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit in,
Bad denim.
When I see you from the back,
There's no sad sagging that's a fact.
You're like a smooth moving 'caddy'.
With a packed stacked rack.
Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Summer 1958
You sat with Fay that summer day
on the flat concrete roof
of the World War Two bomb shelter
down below the tall flats
where you both lived
and you said
do you want to go
to the movies with me?
she looked across
at the coal depot
with its trucks loading
and unloading
I don't have no money
she replied
you looked at her
my dad'll pay
you said
he's always giving me money
for the movies
she shook her head
and you looked ahead
at the sun shining above
the rain tracks
over the coal depot
you had on your blue jeans
and white tee shirt
and she you noticed
turning your head
had a red and white dress
which came just over her knees
and she wore sandals
on bare feet
besides my mother wants me
so she can see me
Fay said with a sigh
she raised and lowered
her legs against
the concrete wall
her sandals making
tapping noises
as they hit the wall
and you noticed bruises
along her thigh
as she moved
and her dress rode higher
what are those bruises
on your leg?
you asked
she looked down
and stopped moving her legs
and pulled her dress hem
over her knees and thighs
I fell
she replied
down the stairs
you looked at her arms
where other fading bruises
blended into her skin
like worn-out badges
we can see a Western film
you said
I'm sure
there's a Jeff Chandler film
so my dad tells me
but she shook her head
too violent
Mother says
Fay uttered looking away
but there's kissing stuff too
you added
Fay looked at you
her blue eyes
moving over you
like a smoothing
palm of a hand
I'm not allowed
to go to the movies
Daddy says
its sinful and only
wicked people
go there
to be tempted
by the Devil
she sighed
and you both sat in silence
for a while
watching pigeons fly
in the blue summer sky
then she turned quickly
and kissed your cheek
and said
don't have to go
to no movie
to see kissing
and you thought
of the boring bits in films
where the cowboy
gets kissed by the girl
after a gun shoot out
and having been kissed
by Fay
you were glad
and guessed that kissing
wasn't at all
too bad.
poem by Terry Collett
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Intermission I
Dang, girlie look pretty fly in those
Jeans right there, those tight jeans
Huh, girlie looks very wrong
Um, real nasty stank
Cootie cutters...
Ya know what Im talkin about
She needs a case of ho remover
This aint one cute behind
Chorus:
Ho remover
Just a sprinkle a day
Wipes your ho fate away
Has your ho been sprinkled today
She can be my ho any day...
song performed by by TLC
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Beach
if they dont know and they dont know theyre gonna find out soon enough.
im so hot. as
if that hurt. did you wash it. fester it around some. you dont even have to
mind your own stuff. bring in the marines. ive
heard so many other things and it was all brown. with the suction ones.
the ones that suck it up. and i dont ever do the eye till i did that
thing. i bet you like a blue boost. try a noose. loosen the strap where
the two metal ends. rest your head against the steel. blow in to the tube.
show me your legs. help me. show
me a pink smile. walking up the aisle. show me the things underneath
your seat. show me your tiny plastic soft drink. a song like a
squealing pig. like a train with wheels. in the dark with the lights
off. concealed. im thinking of you still. :: white room. little legend.
fishman. nike man.
red stripe. blue mercedes. big dog. salty man. full moon rising. old
boy. salty girl. bunny girl. happy shopper. bouncing
ball. city sun. think i found the real stuff. i think i found the real
stuff. white crumbs across your bed. gray clouds cover bethnal green.
white jeans. black top. nice shape. cracks a blue bitch till the son come
sliding. naked beneath the knee. reflect black eyes. your knee talking. i
think i found the real stuff. i think i found the real stuff.
song performed by by Underworld
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