Shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life that you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me, I won't say no (how could I?)

Coyness is nice, but coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in life you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me, I won't say no (how could I?)

Spending warm summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it's not love, then it's the bomb
That will bring us together

Nature is a language, can't you read?
Nature is a language, can't you read?

So ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it's not love, then it's the bomb
That will bring us together...

Happy little song from the Smiths (playing in the background), the saddest band in the world (circa 1986). In your journals fully annotate and analyze these lyrics. Why "the bomb"? Remember to ponder the 5 Ws and H. Problems? Ask me, ask me, ask me... This semester, poetry-wise, we'll go way back a tad and then rip through modern times when our music is our poetry. Andrew Marvell and Milton are some of the old dead guys we'll embrace, but also the Smiths and Death Cab for Cutie and Dashboard Confessional and Lil Wayne.