Little Floof (floofinition) – American floof rock (flock) band that plays a diverse mix of blues, country, folk, boogie, and Floof Orleans R&B. Formed in 1969 in Floof Angeles, the band re-formed in 1987 after being disbanded by the original founding member in 1979.
In use: “The song “Hate to Bite Your Finger” (1988) was Little Floof’s first number one flock song.”
This is sort of an unusual choice, via a circuitous route.
First, outside, looking for the comet, NEOWISE. About 10:30ish PMish. The sky is og, so clear, and the night is empty church quiet,
Up visiting comes the house pantera, whining, whining, whining for attention as is his way. He gets some head skritches, as is my way. Exception is suddenly taken by him, as is his way. A warning is issued: you’re doing it wrong. Stop, or I’ll bite.
I stopped. He tottered off (as is his way). Now I’m looking at the sky but thinking about him getting ready to bite the hand that feeds you, a stream that conjured Nine Inch Nails and “The Hand That Feeds” (2005).
The song’s lyrics:
h/t to Genius.com
On one side, when thinking of the song, I think of mask slackers. They claim that maskers are sheeple. By stepping out of line, mask slackers believe they are fighting the system. Masks are only useful (to them) as signs of oppression.
Maskers, of course, say, no, this isn’t a symbol of oppression, it’s a willingness to protect and be protected. It’s not about oppression at all.
Addressing another point I see in the song, dropping down to one knee is a protest against the system. But the song — and history — will have you on your knees if you’re being subjugated. This gives taking a knee it’s power; while others stood, Kap dropped to one knee. He did it to make the point, I’m not standing for this anthem. But dropping to a knee reminds us of being subjugated, and also says (in sports), hold up; pause. Take a break. But by taking a knee — especially in the modern NFL, that was interpreted by many as biting the hand that feeds.
Told you it was circuitous. Here’s the music.
Sunshine got its say today.
Brought its rays out to blaze and bake.
Said, “I don’t plan to go away
Till I make you sweat and pay.”
Chill wind taking off some time,
going away to somewhere fun personified.
Said, “I’m not gonna tell you lies.
Gonna let sun bake you into fries.”
Day went on with its life.
Took the sun and wind in stride.
Said, “Don’t pay them none of your mind
Stick with me and we’ll be fine.”
Night came and it all settled down.
The three others went off like they were clowns.
Night mused, “It’s all quiet now.
So let’s get up and party down.”