Why did I create a "music blog", first of all? And... what's going on with the blog's name? + more questions

 Well, as those who know me could relate, I am everything but a musician or a blogger...

Or someone that knows a lot about artists and ART (including all types), itself.

Regardless, I am creating a blog that will have it bases in a "strange" topic, and it isn't a bad idea, right?

So yeah, I am going to "connect" feelings, more crazy thoughts and the songs/albums/phrases I like in a messy bunch of words. It's the only way to do it, because I am completely sure we all imagine scenarios everyday with a cool song killing it in the background...

we must follow the vibe. 

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Now, what's going on with the blog's title?

Have you ever listened to Deep purple?

If you gave an affirmative answer, I must ask you; have you ever listened to their captivatingdelightfulsplendid sixth album, fireball?

If you said yes, you should acknowledge that you tasted the experience of anyone's daughter, a belonging song of the record.

And the lyrics shows...

I stood under your bedroom window
Throwing up a brick
No one came I threw one more
That really did the trick
Your daddy came and banged my head
He said what kind of man
Is this that's hanging 'round my girl
And threw me in the car
You're a farmer's daughter
You're a farmer's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get?
I won't get no more eggs and water
Now I've laid the farmer's daughter

And Ian sings on and on, putting on the table different situations with the same man...

Imagine I was a full-grown man
And I could talk just right
Could I come and see you here
And do this every night
Wham! The door comes crashing down
Your daddy's face all pale
Says come with me you hairy bum
I'll put you in my jail
You're a judge's daughter
You're a judge's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get?
Now I'm getting jail and torture
'Cause I made the judge's daughter

It seems they're screaming law and order
When I go with anyone's daughter

Woah! Here we have a incredibly surprising final.

Woman I should like some peace
And daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright
When I tell you what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies
You say I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy is
Your daughter's baby's daddy!
She's a lucky daughter
Such a lucky daughter
Why did I always get
The kinda girl I didn't wanna get?
Now I've got what I always fought for
'Cause I've married a rich man's daughter

I'd kick the hairy bum ass and my daughter's... one again, if I were one of those parents.

We have contraceptive methods for a reason. We have sexual education for a reason.

This is funny, since I was born because of my parent's ""horniness""...

:I

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"Who's that 20th century boy?" You'll ask.

I'm sorry, I haven't introduced me yet. It's a pleasure to... write to you, seriously.

I'm the alter-ego of the original creator of this blog, doing all the hard work for her.

And, of course, I was born in the past century (so I'm not a boy anymore?), although my other self is a woman.

Furthermore, I have to add something I forgot...! Or the creator - let's gonna call her Smoke - will blame on me because of doing mistakes forever.

I am a little bit clumsy, and sometimes I... I am not sure of what I'm writing, so, if you don't feel comfortable reading everything and you're thinking "What is this cringy thing?", you can GET OUTTA HERE anytime you want.

But, as we already know, 

I think I'm dumb

Or maybe just happy

- Alexander the Great, 1834.

Keep it in mind, shawty.

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The killer king (a 20th century boy) says over and out.

(No imagination)