“My kind of Crazy”, and how Lucretius knows this to be a bad thing

(Ancient Text by Lucretius, translated by Martin Ferguson Smith) and "My Kind of Crazy" (Contemporary Song by Brantley Gilbert)

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In the works of Lucretius’ On the Nature of Things, one can see the detrimental effects of love on the affected, as “The body seeks out the object that has wounded the mind with love”(pg. 128) and lovers “…tightly squeeze the object of their desire and cause bodily pain, often driving their teeth into one another’s lips…”(pg. 129).  One can see a somewhat similar sentiment in the song “My Kind of Crazy” by Brantley Gilbert, with descriptions of “Pokin’ out her kip and bitin’ mine when we kiss” and “She never lets me rest/ She keeps me up all night/ Known to roll me off the bed/ And steal the covers on my side”.  From these quotes, there is a feeling that Brantley Gilbert is suffering on a physical level from this relationship, and suffering similarly to how Lucretius predicted.

However, especially given the more humorous latter part of the second quote, one can sense a more lighthearted sense and almost appreciation from Brantley Gilbert.  While Lucretius warns us about the dangerous effects of Venus, Gilbert seems to totally embrace this aspect of his relationship.  With the recurring lines of “Yeah but she’s my kinda crazy/…/She’s too cute to get on my last nerve/The way she throws her little fits”.  The very things that Lucretius describes as being the bad part of any relationship between lovers are what draws Gilbert in, with the lack of sleep and the somewhat painful sounding embraces being quirky parts of his relationship. What’s even more interesting is Lucretius warns of this effect, with “Thus we find women with numerous defects of body and behavior being fondly loved and held in high esteem”(pg.131).  This adds another level to the song of Gilbert, as what other features are perhaps in his mind a benefit when in reality they too are detrimental to either him or his lover, or perhaps both.  The description of her being too cute to get on his last nerve, in conjunction with her “fits” also resonates with this fact as he openly admits that things that should irritate him do not as she is physically attractive.

Ancient Text Excerpt:

“The body seeks out the object that has wounded the mind with love”(pg. 128)
“…tightly squeeze the object of their desire and cause bodily pain, often driving their teeth into one another’s lips…”(pg. 129)
“Thus we find women with numerous defects of body and behavior being fondly loved and held in high esteem”(pg.131)

Key Lyrics:

“Pokin’ out her kip and bitin’ mine when we kiss”
“She never lets me rest/ She keeps me up all night/ Known to roll me off the bed/ And steal the covers on my side”
“Yeah but she’s my kinda crazy/…/She’s too cute to get on my last nerve/The way she throws her little fits”


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She says
“Look baby I’m a rock star”
Grabs my old guitar
Playin’ it upside down
Dancin’ around
In front of our TV
I can’t see the ballgame
So I just wave my lighter and say
Yeah, rock on baby
I’d rather watch you anyway
But when you’re done
Can I come backstage
And get you to sign your name
On that Zeppelin shirt of mine you’re wearin’
I’ll never wash that thing again
Yeah but she’s my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they’ll never get old
She’s too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits
Pokin’ out her lip and bitin’ mine when we kiss
There ain’t a fight that she can’t win
That’s my baby
And she’s my kinda crazy
You ought to see her in my pickup
She’s gotta have that radio up
Bless her heart, she can’t sit still
Head in my lap, bare feet on the windshield
Says, c’mon baby let me drive
Now honey it’s a stick shift
Remember what you did last time
Oh
Yeah but she’s my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they’ll never get old
She’s too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits
Pokin’ out her lip and bitin’ mine when we kiss
There ain’t a fight that she can’t win
That’s my baby
And she’s my kinda crazy
She never let’s me rest
She keeps me up all night
Known to roll me off the bed
And steal the covers off my side
But I hear, “Wake up sleepy head”
And I open up my eyes
And it’s all worth the while
Yeah but she’s my kinda crazy
The little games she plays
Lord they’ll never get old
She’s too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits
Pokin’ out her lip and bitin’ mine when we kiss
There ain’t a fight that she can’t win
That’s my baby
And she’s my kinda crazy

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