630. Purple carrots.

I listen to my iTunes burned CDs in my car. When I get sick of my music, I tune in to the radio. I usually start with the classical station. A few days later, I'm in the mood for alternative. Next, is usually the R&B station. Classic Rock follows, and I know I'm about ready to burn new CDs after a couple of days on the jazz station.

Today is day two of R&B. I usually hang out the longest here, about a week. I particular enjoy their evening program at night called--and I kid you not--"Between the Sheets." They play the classics: Marvin Gaye, Gladys Knight, etc.

This morning as I sang along to the chorus of the Persuaders' Thin Line Between Love and Hate, I found myself thinking how true, and decided to award it the janelle renée song of the day honor.

Once back in the studio after a late morning appointment, I found the lyrics for the song.

Holy Ritz Crackers and Purple Carrots!!! I had no idea that the "thin line between love and hate" was spousal abuse. Sounds like a pretty damn thick and deadly line to me. Even so, I still award this violent, sad song my little award. The Persuaders and their song are from an era when the image of a husband working up his wife to the point of madness (chasing him around with a rolling pin or frying pan) was comical.

Perhaps the image still inspires laughter. As for me, domestic violence (both psychological violence, as in the case of the cruel husband, and physical violence, as in the kitchenware yielding woman example) turns my stomach.

Homer and Bart violence, though...now that is fracking hilarious!

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Thin Line Between Love and Hate, by The Persuaders

It's a thin line, it's 5 o'clock in the morning
And I'm just getting in, I knock on the door
A voice sweet and low says, who is it?
She opens up the door and lets me in
Never do she once say, sir, where have you been?
No, she says, are you hungry?
Are you hungry, honey? Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat, your coat, your coat
And the woman tells me, pass me your hat too
All the time she smiles, never once raises her voice
It's 5 o'clock in the morning

It's a thin line between love and hate..

The sweetest woman in the world
Can be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way, you keep on hurting her
She keeps being quiet
She might be holding something inside
That really really hurt you one day

Here I am laying in the hospital
Bandaged from feet to head
Ya see I'm in the state of shock
Just that much from being dead
I didn't think my woman could do something like this to me
I didn't think she had the nerve, so here I am
I guess action speaks louder than words


It's a thin line, between love and hate
It's a thin line...