Words evoke narratives, and these narratives live in all our minds -- and not just consciously. Did the song cause the cellar door and rain barrel to die also, or did the passing of the door and barrel cause the death of the song? I totally forgot about Miss Lucy we did that one too! I have stood playmste the table handing out soup and meager victuals to poor people in tears, people coming to a Catholic Community Center for help; I have seen their tears of gratitude and can easily assert that when I think of Catholicism, I think of their noble deeds in relief centers I have visited or volunteered in around the world.
Slide down my cellar door. Many words have sexual connotations whether we like it or not. Anyone here can give you a zillion examples of how words mess with our inner minds, our instincts, and it's pretty well known that our instincts lie below the surface like huge monsters awaiting the chance to lpaymate into our conscious minds ne overtake all our thoughts.
So what narratives have you activated in their minds when you have used this particular word?
See, see my playmate, Come out and play with me. What happens to the mind of any and every native English-speaking person in the world? We had a song about Annabelle So if you use the word "behind," not much happens in your mind, right?
“playmate, come out & play with me” song lyrics
What about "rear"? You can use different adjectives to describe your friends. Melody - H. We know this from crowd activity, the electrical charge of mobs that you can taste and touch in the air.
Daddy's in the Keep in mind this was the 70s, too, way before Columbine - nowadays you'd probably get expelled for singing this. Americans don't call their friends "mates" -- not as a rule. How odd.
The word "friend" is universal and works anywhere and everywhere. Don't come and play with me Don't bring your dollies three Cut down my apple tree Fall off my rainbow. Yes, I said that. Here's a charmingly morbid one that we did; another about Miss Lucy: Miss Lucy had a baby She named it Tiny Tim She put it in the bathtub To see if it could swim It ate up all the water It drank up all the soap It tried to eat the bathtub too But it wouldn't go down its throat Miss Lucy called the doctor The doctor called the nurse The nurse called the lady With the alligator purse The doctor said the measles The nurse said the mumps The lady with the alligator purse said the lumps.
Climb up my apple tree. I remember we would get into contests to see which pair could clap the fastest.
No one knows. What happens to your mind then? Holler down my rain barrel. I seem to have been doing truncated versions of all of these. Slide Waant my rain barrel. Friends all through life to be, they love each other so. Those are my thoughts. The history is there. Climb up my apple tree.
Say say my playmate
Even if the scene is entirely innocent and nothing untoward is intended by the author or screenwriter, the damage is done, the history there, and the sexuality of the narrative is implicit. There are "proper" ways of referring to that part of the body, there are more "neutral" ways, and there are provocative ways. Situations also playate sexual connotations whether we like it or not.
And we used to sing this next one to the tune of The Saints Go Marching On - it's pretty gory - wow, on remembering it, it's worse than I thought. What about "butt"?
"playmate, come out & play with me" song lyrics | considerable
Soon playymate days pass away, sorrows and bliss but love remembers yet, quarrels and kiss, In sweet dreams of he, we hear the cry: "You can't play in our yard," and the old reply: Refrain: I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you anymore, You'll be sorry when you see me, Sliding down our cellar door, You can't holler down our rainbarrel, You can't climb our apple tree, I don't want to play in your yard, If you won't be good to me.
Into my cellar door. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school We have tortured every teacher We have broken every rule We are marching down the hall to kill the principal and all Our truth is marching on. Imagine you want to plahmate someone's behind. The song is dead. And bring your dollies three.
I can't come play with you My dollies have the flu Boo hoo boo hoo Can't holler down rain barrels Or slide down a cellar door But we'll be jolly friends Forever evermore. Susan wants Jan in the rope-rope-rope (at which point I'd run into the rope and Susan and I.
Playmate, come out and play with me: lyrics for the traditional children's song
See, see my playmate, Come out and play with me And bring your dollies three Climb up my apple tree Holler down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we'll be jolly friends Forever evermore. But let me give another simple example here. Glory, glory hallelujah Teacher hit me with a ruler I met her at the door with a loaded 44 And there ain't no teacher anymore.
Nevertheless, whether I like it or not, given a scene as described above, I cannot push out the sexual narrative from my mind. What if you say "ass cheeks"? Don't use it in an innocent context.
Say say my playmate
And bring your dollies three. If a scene is described somewhere involving a Catholic priest and young boys, there are now sexual implications, unfortunately, in the minds of viewers. Many people do not know that the cellar door and the rain barrel are antiquities. At any rate, all three are dead. It's not going away. When school was over secrets they'd tell, Whispering arm in arm, down by the well, One day a quarrel came, hot tears were shed: "You can't play in our yard," but the other said: Next day two little maids each other miss, Quarrels are soon made up, sealed with a kiss, Then hand in hand again, play,ate they go.
ce ce my playmate come out and play with me. Sort of neutral.
Lyrics: Hey, hey, oh playmate, Come out Watn play with me. Provocations, urges, instincts, all these things roil and churn away on the various levels of our minds, and when you experiment with a word like "playmate," Silver, you are playing with fire -- because of its history. The word "playmate" does that whether we ourselves have ever opened an issue of Playboy Magazine.