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I Was Made for Loving You must die... it's too monotonous and boring. A song with a beat that rapid should make me want to dance, but the song never seems to go anywhere.

Hooked on Me isn't much better with its plodding delivery but at least the hook is better.

Lyrics? Both songs have pretty bad lyrics, but the Kiss song is worse with its overarching presumption--I was made for you, you were made for me. Yeah buddy, says you.

I don't see the presumption in Hooked that you seem to see. I see a warning, basically "I'm a selfish scoundrel and I can't be trusted--have fun with me but don't fall in love or I will eventually hurt you." The singer doesn't seem to be harboring illusions about who or what he is unlike the singer in I Was Made.

But in these two songs it isn't really about the lyrics for me (which is unusual because typically I pay close attention to lyrics). Neither is particularly stellar, but the Kiss song is more monotonous and boring.

Sorry Kiss... I Was Made For Loving You must die.

Well, this is tough, because I'm in the office today and can't actually listen to either of these.

I know the KISS song, but I'm not sure whether I know the Mac Davis one or not. In fact I'm not even sure if I know Mac Davis. I might recognize his voice and/or the song when I listen tonight.

The KISS song doesn't make my ears bleed, but I would never choose to listen to it. However, as we've seen in previous installments of That Song Must Die, merely disliking one song isn't nearly enough to justify sparing the other one.

My judgment will have to wait. Meanwhile, I think it'd be a good idea to kill "Never Been to Me" again, just to make sure it doesn't rise up over the weekend.

I've gotta disagree with Chuck on this one. It's true, both songs have bad lyrics, but I don't see the hook as any better on "Baby". "I Was Made" is about a guy pleading for sex. "Baby" is about a guy who wants sex, but no commitment.

Mac Davis is apparently like Cyndi Lauper in the he just wants to have fun. He tells her to "keep it friendly" and says "it's warm where you touch me", but he's going to use her up if she brings love up.

The singer on Kiss, on the other hand, is pretty basic in stating his case. "In the darkness, there's so much I want to do." Duh. I think he went astray when he told her he wanted to "lay it all at your feet". I don't think that's where it goes and it could explain why he is begging for sex.

So, if the stupid lyrics and attitudes are a push, where does that leave us? Music of course. "I Was Made" has a good bass line, a driving beat, and, even though they aren't complex, harmonies.

"Baby" is whiny and plodding. And its drum beat is supplied by a tom-tom made out of his Mom's empty Maxwell House can.

Stuff "Don't Get Hooked on Me" into that can and don't open it until the rattling stops.

I looked up the lyrics for the Mac Davis song, and they didn't ring a bell.

I'm tempted to kill the Mac Davis tune based entirely on Bri's excellent argument, but I feel that I owe the rest of the world the courtesy of reviewing the song before agreeing to spare a KISS song's life.

You definitely must hear them both before you make a ruling Julie. I value your judgment based on full consideration.

I, OTOH, have listened to both as much as necessary, and I kill the Mac Davis for the presumption that anyone could possibly get hooked on his lame, monotonous self. If you're a selfish jerk thinking women are going to get hooked on you and you have to warn them off, then you'd better be sexy, and sexy isn't singing with your mouth half-closed. What is with these seventies tunes?? Was everybody stoned out of their mind?

The Kiss song isn't great, but at least it's honest. Yes, you want to have sex, nothing new there. But at least you're talking about what you want and not making presumptions about how appealing you are.

Good arguments all around so far. I like the image of the rattling can. As usual, you should all be commended for your attempts to get into the heads of the song writers. I'm sure there is a personal price to be extracted for that.

It turns out that the music gadget actually works here after all, so I was able to listen to enough of the Mac Davis song (12 seconds) to understand why I didn't remember it. It's because I devote my brain to more important/exciting things, like how to spell "praseodymium."

I don't know if I was ever exposed to this song before, but if so, it passed harmlessly through my system without causing any damage or entertainment.

I don't know if you gave us this choice as a way of tricking us into saying that KISS is awesome or something, but if we're using Mac Davis as our reference point, then KISS is indeed awesome. (Hey, didn't they do a TV movie for Halloween?)

Um, so, kill this Hook thing please and feed it to the zombies. That should be easy enough. It doesn't sound as though it has the strength to defend itself.

Ah yes. 1978. "KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park," 3.5 stars based on 18 Amazon customer reviews:

http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Meets-Phantom-Park-DVD/dp/B000FSF30O

My sister and I had to watch this because our babysitter insisted. It's a bad sign when a TV movie is too dumb for a 10 year old.

Yes, they did! "Kiss Meets the Phantom" I anxiously awaited its broadcast back in second grade or so. :)

Ok. My two cents.

Chuck said, "...the Kiss song is worse with its overarching presumption--I was made for you, you were made for me. Yeah buddy, says you...The singer doesn't seem to be harboring illusions about who or what he is..."

Welcome to the stunningly large and fabulous penis of Gene Simmons (again, "says you, buddy," and he does). Remember, this is the man who, in an interview with Terry Gross, talked about his studded codpiece, which "holds in [his] manhood." (See http://www.rof.net/wp/carriep/TERRYGRO.HTM for more on the "open arms and open legs" policy of this "man.")

I, too, feel "I Was Made" is dull in its monotony. The harsh driving "tune" of the song does nothing for me except inspire me to turn it down and then shut it off.

Mac Davis's song is aural wall paper. I know this because I left it running whilst composing my entry. It was innocuous, fuzzy, classic '70s music, to which I say, "Meh. Let it live."

For all that Kiss inspired (the vocalization of prepubescent boys's wet dreams) and the lack of talent and purpose of the song, I say kill it. Kill it dead.

Lord, you can tell it's been a long day. Witness my inadvertent extra s.