My Humps

[heyzeus]

This thread delivers.

[planet planet]

I wasn't ranting about the song, but rather my humps, along the same lines as Rad ranting about his hair and eyesight.

Someone cut them off?!

I'm so sorry, planet.

But look on the brightside--now that you're streamlined, you can jog sideways.

I've still got em, but they're a pain in butt while jogging or trying to fit into a bridesmaid dress at my age

Perhaps I'm confused, but I was under the impression that "humps" are buns, and "lovely lady lumps" are up top--hence the "in the back and in the front--check it out!" line.

So if we're talking about the toppermost of the poppermost, the thread title needs to be changed to "My lovely lady lumps".

--P--

Popeye, that's entirely too much analysis of that song. Lady lumps, lady humps, what's the difference?

[Popeye_Card]

Popeye, that's entirely too much analysis of that song. Lady lumps, lady humps, what's the difference?

EXCUSE ME?!?!

You can't analyze My Humps enough. It's like saying that people discuss Ulysses too much.

--P--

[Radbird]

This thread is my tribute to my pal, Radbird.

I am honored and speechless.

[sighyoung]

I wasn't ranting about the song, but rather my humps, along the same lines as Rad ranting about his hair and eyesight.

Someone cut them off?!

I'm so sorry, planet.

But look on the brightside--now that you're streamlined, you can jog sideways.

I've still got em, but they're a pain in butt while jogging or trying to fit into a bridesmaid dress at my age

Perhaps I'm confused, but I was under the impression that "humps" are buns, and "lovely lady lumps" are up top--hence the "in the back and in the front--check it out!" line.

So if we're talking about the toppermost of the poppermost, the thread title needs to be changed to "My lovely lady lumps".

--P--

Popeye, that's entirely too much analysis of that song. Lady lumps, lady humps, what's the difference?

Actually, I believe both "humps" and "lovely lady lumps" refer to buns--especially given the paramour's infatuation with the "junk in the trunk".

[sighyoung]

Popeye, that's entirely too much analysis of that song. Lady lumps, lady humps, what's the difference?

EXCUSE ME?!?!

You can't analyze My Humps enough. It's like saying that people discuss Ulysses too much.

--P--

Precisely, Popeye. "Hump," "lumps," "love drunk," "junk," "trunk"-- I could spend hours discussing the song's use of assonance.

[Cronos]

Indeed; I'd say the song has quite a bit of assonance.

HI-YO!!!

[Popeye_Card]

Actually, I believe both "humps" and "lovely lady lumps" refer to buns--especially given the paramour's infatuation with the "junk in the trunk".

Ah, but the gentleman also wants to know about the breasts inside that shirt...

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

I stand by my theory. Humps = (|) Lady lumps = (.)(.)

--P--

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[sighyoung]

Actually, I believe both "humps" and "lovely lady lumps" refer to buns--especially given the paramour's infatuation with the "junk in the trunk".

Ah, but the gentleman also wants to know about the breasts inside that shirt...

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

I stand by my theory. Humps = (|) Lady lumps = (.)(.)

--P--

Good point, which to me speaks of the song's profound ambiguity, even ambivalence.

The song begins by repeating, almost hypnotically, "My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)", in which (without any prior context) lumps and hump (both sonically, and by virtue of being noun phrases placed side by side) are rendered equivalent. Here, the speaker surely is not saying that her chest is small.

Yet, during the course of the song, "lady lumps" does shift our aural and visual attention to the well-endowed chest--thereby implying not only the geometrical endowment of the speaker, but a complete epistemological shift on the part of men engaged with the speaker. Indeed, the song implies how the physical nature of the woman alters the minds and perceptions of the men--their shifting desires from one part of the anatomy to another (and the hypnotic repetition that reinforces and augments these desires) also highlights the men's reluctant acknowledgment of being mentally shaped and exploited.

It's so obvious, planet. But don't let me belabor the point.

I could go on, but I don't want planet to feel terrible about not finding much of significance or value in the song.