We at It Again Yall Meme
Love songs are where we get our passion, our soul — and most of our worst ideas.
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Throughout human history, oceans have been crossed, mountains have been scaled, and great families take blossomed — all considering of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a heart and propelled it on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other paw, that time you told that girl you lot just started seeing that yous would "take hold of a grenade" for her? You did that considering of a beloved song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she suddenly decided to "lose your number" and move back to Milwaukee to "figure some stuff out."
"It's simply, my mom. Y'all know? And L.A. is so hot in the summer. And aye, my mom." Photograph via iStock.
That fourth dimension you held that boom box over your caput outside your ex'southward house? You lot did that because of a beloved song. And 50 hours of community service later, you're still not dorsum together.
Beloved songs are slap-up. They make our hearts crush faster. They inspire us to take risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give the states terrible, terrible ideas about how bodily, real-life human being relationships should work.
They're amazing. So amazing. And too terrible.
Hither are half-dozen dearest songs that audio romantic merely aren't, and i vocal that doesn't sound romantic but totally is:
1. "God Merely Knows," by The Embankment Boys
Yous can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Assistance me Rhondas."
When it comes to The Beach Boys, "God Only Knows" is where it's at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. A tie-dye swirl of sound. A mural of haunted innocence with some of the nigh heartrending lyrics ever committed to the dorsum of a surfboard.
Youth! Youth! Youth! Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images.
Hither's why it sounds romantic:
I may not e'er love you
But long equally there are stars above y'all
You never need to doubt information technology
I'll make y'all so sure about information technology
God simply knows what I'd exist without you
If y'all're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your dearest and non playing "God Simply Knows" on your iPod, you should actually stop and start over.
If you're lazily bumping a embankment ball over a volleyball net and "God Only Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the back of your mind, you demand to rethink the choices that got you to this point.
If you're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you lot're non underscoring it with the opening chords of "God Only Knows," you are doing information technology wrong.
Hippies, likely on their style to a mud frolic. Photo past Colin Davey/Getty Images.
It's a vocal that just feels like love. Pure dearest. Young love. Dear with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be wrong with that?
Hither's why it's actually really, really unromantic:
There's nothing incorrect with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-peak notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their hair as they fall asleep while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
"Miles Ryan stood on the back porch of his house, smoking a cigarette..." Photograph past hatchettebookgroup.biz.
But at that place is such a affair as loving someone a skosh too much.
If yous should ever leave me
Though life would withal continue believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me?
Await, I get it. Breakups suck. There's no getting effectually that. But good God.
There's a huge difference between saying: "Hey babe, you are my offset and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if you go." And proverb: "Welp, you accepted that chore in Seattle, so I'm simply gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call it a life."
But that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God merely knows what I'd be without you lot
...horror-movie creepy. Because the answer, apparently, is: "I'd exist a corpse!"
Ah well. Nosotros had a good run. Photo via iStock.
That's not love. That'due south codependency (to put it mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. It's a course of emotional corruption.
Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any relationship — one that, by definition, might 1 24-hour interval terminate — is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, only God probably also hopes you lot have, I don't know, some hobbies. Take a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Endeavour kite surfing.
"Yeah! Hell yeah! What was her name again?" Photo by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration.
One person cannot be anyone's be-all and end-all. It's too stressful. And information technology prevents you lot from doing you, which is a thing that's gotta be done earlier yous can do anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," by Bruno Mars
Certain, information technology'south a breathy rip off of every Michael Jackson song you've ever heard. But, nosotros don't take Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, you lot could practise a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face. That face! Photo by Brothers Le/Flickr.
Here'due south why the song sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you are
Beloved, you're my aureate star
You know you lot can brand my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If yous let me treasure you
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-class make-out political party and you'll likely become an instant price pass on the highway to natural language-boondocks (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, appointment night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of celibate-yet-passionate frenching.
Pass them to a cop who pulls yous over for running a stop sign, and they will remember you're weird — but probably still make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime laissez passer to make out with America considering of this vocal.
This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and yous're on phase with Michelle Obama. Photograph past Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'm OK with that.
But, here's why "Treasure" isn't as romantic as it seems:
Everything about "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes about gender.
"Children, have I ever told you what I shouted at your female parent on the street the first time we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things start to get due south right from the very beginning:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby
I gotta tell you a little something nigh yourself
Ah yes. Null screams "respect" quite like a human being lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself."
What could it be? Could information technology exist that her jokes are funny? Could it exist that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book almost early on modern German history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thank you for teaching me all about Martin Luther's bible!" Photo past Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Commons.
Spoiler Alert: It's none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, y'all're a sexy lady
But you walk around here like you lot wanna be someone else
Oh. Information technology's that she's sexy. Cool, bro. Very original.
Discussion of advice? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, information technology really doesn't affect her day-to-day so much that you, a complete stranger, need to shout it at her (fifty-fifty over a funky disco snare).
So what if she does want to be someone else? I'd love to exist someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would exist quite nice. A good way to spend a iii-day weekend.
Sure, there'd be an adjustment period... Photograph by Eamonn Yard. McCormack/Getty Images.
And then subsequently, of course, the narrator tin can't help himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty daughter, y'all should be smiling
A daughter like you should never look then blue.
He respects her so much, he'due south actually directly-up telling her to smile! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "striking [their] hallelujah." Which, you lot know, I guess everybody'southward got a matter.
Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a human being complimenting a strange woman and said woman being and then totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sexual practice."
He so gain to talk to his potential lover similar the world'southward creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You lot are my treasure, yeah, yous, y'all, y'all, you are
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, yep, you, you, you, yous are
By this point, in his listen, she'south a literal affair. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose it could exist worse, though. At least she's not but whatever thing.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That's ... something, right?
3. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," past Bob Dylan
For equally long as humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking upward with each other. And "Don't Call back Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is expert at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photo past William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here's why it sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no use to sit down and wonder why, baby
Even y'all don't know past now
And it ain't no utilize to sit and wonder why, babe
Information technology'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But don't call up twice, information technology's all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa.
"Don't Think Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful vocal. Information technology's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for six months after her young man left for college. The vocal that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to get out her depository financial institution-teller chore, load her iv Australian shepherds into the van, and open a current of air chinkle store in Mendocino. The song your friend's cool dad always wants to play when he invited your high school band over to his flat to jam.
"What timbre are you lot looking for?" Photo by Sharon Ang/Pixabay.
Sure, it's about the end of a relationship, just information technology sounds romantic. And at the terminate of the twenty-four hours, shouldn't that be enough?
Here'due south why information technology'south really sooooo messed up:
Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right style to call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest discussion about what went wrong.
Information technology's not me, Joan. It'south y'all. 100% you. Photograph by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Think Twice," that give-and-take basically boils down to: "It's your fault."
Let'south review the reasons the dude in "Don't Recollect Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my eye, simply she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, correct? You're all like, "Babe, I just have and then much unspecified love to requite," and she's like, "Take out the trash!" And you're similar, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my eye be plenty?" And she'south like, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole house, fed the dog, did the dishes, and fabricated both of our lunches for the calendar week. All I need you to practise is take out the trash." And you're like, "Y'all're bumming me out. I'chiliad gonna go play guitar." Then she gets all mad! What did y'all practise? Why is she trying to change you? UGH!
You could have done improve, but I don't mind
Yes. You do heed! Y'all listen! You lot wrote a vocal about it, yous passive-aggressive prick.
You lot but kinda wasted my precious time
Ah aye. Your time is and then precious! Recall well-nigh all the hours you wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when yous could have been futzing effectually with that dwelling house-brew kit.
Yeah, this was worth it. Photo by Bill Bradford/Flickr.
The minute you start breaking it down, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Similar your sister's ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in boondocks for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt'south wind chime store, which would have closed forever ago had she non received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Like your friend's cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying child back up.
"You kids want a beer? No one'south under 13, right?" Photograph via iStock.
Oh yep, and the song's narrator also point-blank refers adult female he'due south leaving as:
A child, I'1000 told
That'southward right. In addition to beingness a run-of-the-factory passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he's also maybe a pedophile.
Even if nosotros are to accept that this is a metaphor and she's not really a child — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson hither would willingly cull an immature partner reflects style more poorly on him than it does on her.
Breaking upward with anyone in such a cruel, dismissive way is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.
Which, I suppose, may be the indicate.
4. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by John Denver
Who has two thumbs and wrote a bloodshot folk song most hurtling through the stratosphere in a behemothic aluminum tube at 600 miles per hour?
This guy. Photo by Hughes Idiot box Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here'due south why information technology sounds romantic:
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is a lovely song. And impressive in its loveliness considering jet planes were all the same kind of new at the time it was written.
'Cause I'one thousand leavin' on a jet aeroplane
To a mod ear, this would be sort of similar singing, "I'chiliad a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," but in a style that's somehow notwithstanding folksy and heartbreaking and singable by nine-yr-olds at summertime campsite. Not easy to practice!
Oh baby, I hate to go
You lot see — he hates to go! He just hates it! We know this, considering he tells us he hates it. And why would he hate to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?
Come across ya! Photo by Altair78/Wikimedia Commons.
Why indeed?
Hither's why it'southward really not that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world tin merely distract and so much from the fact that the vocal'due south master graphic symbol is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — it doesn't really seem like he hates being away all that much:
There's so many times I've let you lot downwardly
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a matter
"Babe, I promise! All the movies I watched alone while you were domicile nursing the quadruplets. All the times I drained our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sex I had with other women. Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to exercise! Actually fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. Simply rest assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"Equally empty as this bed I just finished having sex with someone else in." Photograph via iStock.
Yep, when you suspension information technology down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming distance and more than the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he's "good" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to be broken up about having to role from his i and only, the dude seems pretty excited virtually the flight. Oh, y'all're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are you Zone ane? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter nearly the "terrible" Cibo express salad you were forced to asphyxiate down equally y'all sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious gamble?
"Life so difficult @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photo by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Commons.
He continues:
Ev'ry place I go, I'll remember of you lot
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah cool. He'll call up nigh her while strumming and making "my beloved is delicate as the morning dew" optics at a waif-y grad student in the front row. That pretty much makes up for information technology all.
So he demands:
And then osculation me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
After all the expose and heartbreak, later on basically revealing himself to be a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to wait? To wait for him?
And hither'south the kicker:
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring
Ah yes. He'll put a band on it. Finally.
"Ehhhhhhh...." Photo via iStock.
Unlike all the previous trips, where he's cheated a billion times, tuckered the family bank account, and simply been a general screwup and thwarting.
Just yes. This time he says he'll bring dorsum a wedding ceremony band.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks back.
5. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When you look up "soul" in the dictionary, the book plays you a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photo by Gene Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, it plays you the very first line.
Hither's why information technology sound very romantic:
When a man loves a woman
Sure, you can write the lyrics down, but information technology doesn't even come shut to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:
WHEN A MAN LOVES A Adult female
Closer ... but still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yeah! Sing information technology, Percy Sledge!
Information technology's an elemental lyric.
Information technology'southward a heart-shattering lyric.
It'south a lyric that demands you put your back into information technology.
It'south perfection.
As long as you don't go on listening.
Here'due south why the vocal is actually pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Man Loves a Adult female," we know that, at least on occasion, a man loves a adult female.
Which raises the question: What happens when said man loves said adult female?
He'd give up all his comforts
And slumber out in the rain
If she said that's the way
It ought to be.
Whoa! OK. No. Back up. A human, no matter how devoted, no affair how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a homo will dice of exposure and hypothermia.
Plow his dorsum on his best friend if he put her downwards.
No! Jeez. No. A homo can't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A human needs friends! Once a man's whole support system erodes out from under him, a homo will exist bitter, ungrounded, and alone. And a man's mental health will deteriorate.
I gave you everything I have
Tryin' to hold on to your heartless love
Babe, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It'southward what happens when a man loves a decision-making, manipulative adult female. An abusive woman. A woman who, in truth, merely loves a adult female. Herself.
"Information technology's Chris or me." Photo by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's not healthy.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're hither for you.
(Side note: Lest it become unsaid, there is way more than 1 manner for a man to beloved a woman. Mayhap they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the olfactory organ. Maybe they sleep in separate bedrooms. Perhaps they dress upward in big, plush true cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a man loves a homo, I imagine it feels much the aforementioned. Or when a woman loves a woman. Or when a gender nonconforming person loves a gender nonconforming person.)
Regardless of the depth of commitment, living situation, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, in that location's no one-size-fits-all love solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the female parent of invention. There's more than than i way to pare a cat. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
It doesn't matter if it'south the correct metaphor, as long every bit it's a metaphor. Photo by Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Point being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek assist! You tin do this! And if you ever find yourself in a like state of affairs, please requite these people a call.
6. "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You," Heart
Honestly, Heart could sing a list of the most popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World's All-time Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me desire to bawl my eyes out in the arms of a alpine, dark stranger at the stop of a pier.
This vocal is perfect. You should always exist listening to it. If y'all're non listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google information technology. Information technology's just that important.
I am singing the telephone book. You are weeping like a tiny baby. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
And then much passion. Then much pain. And so much hair.
Hither's why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a primal tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared by every living existence on Earth: picking up an unnervingly bonny man for one night of listen-blowing sex and then releasing him back into the wild to os — but never quite as compellingly ever again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Continuing by the route, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up alongside and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we collection for a while
I don't have to go on because you know what happens next, and it'south awesome.
"I just sit in this motel. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photo past Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this song is non romantic at all:
The human relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems besides proficient to be truthful. And it is. Because it'due south non an equally loving ,or even as lusty, pairing at all.
It's a...
It's a...
Well. You lot know what it is:
Adept at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo past Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are humming along simply fine, like whatsoever wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:
I didn't ask him his name, this lone boy in the rain
Fate, tell me it's right, is this love at first sight?
Sure, many of us might hesitate to pick up a strange leather-jacket-clad man standing on the side of the road for a no-strings-fastened screw, just our narrator simply has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, you gotta get with your gut.
I can respect that.
Nosotros made magic that night
He did everything right
Cracking! Seems like information technology was a good determination. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off large fourth dimension.
But then, without warning, the vocal starts to audio less like an all-time keen romance and more like a story men'southward rights activists tell each other every bit they vape around a campfire:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't try to detect me, please don't you dare
Just live in my retentivity, you'll ever be in that location"
I'm not a poet. Symbolic language often eludes me. But unless "flower," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly different things in the context of human reproduction than they take since sex was first invented in the early-1970s, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Hullo! Photograph by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. Yous might exist tempted to call back, "Maybe Center meant something else by that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
Then it happened ane day
Nosotros came round the same way
Y'all tin can imagine his surprise
When he saw his ain eyes
There are two possibilities hither.
I: The narrator of the song is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway advert from ix years agone:
Photo by eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping up a infant on the sly.
I said, "Please, please sympathize
Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.
I'm in honey with another human being
Cool, and then this all makes sense and is in no way the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not 1 but ii lives.
And what he couldn't give me, oh, no
Was the 1 little thing that you can"
A Homo LIFE! A REAL SENTIENT Homo LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you tin say about that is that it's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his ain birth control. Or, at the very to the lowest degree, asked more questions .
But ... it's not cute. It'south not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves concord).
And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, the shadiest character in this song is somehow not the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
Which... is proverb something.
Simply there is a honey song that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable runway in a sea of problematic faves.
A song that does everything right.
A vocal that paints a portrait of a healthy partnership built to last.
A song that tin double as a manual for the ideal human being romantic relationship.
And that song is...
"Candy Store," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Here's why you might exist — OK, almost definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (L) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
As tricky every bit "Candy Store" is, equally fun it is to dance to, and as cathartic as it tin can be to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity house at 2 a.g., at that place'south no getting around the fact that the song begins similar this:
I'll take you to the candy store
I'll let you lick the lollipop
I'll post that once again, in case you missed some of the dash:
I'll take you lot to the processed store
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Style to take 1 for the team, narrator of "Candy Shop"!
At get-go glance, "Processed Shop" is nobody'southward idea of a archetype love song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The beat out is kinda bones. The hook is like the music they play when Abu Nazir sidles scarily by in "Homeland."
OooooOOOOoooooOOOo. GIF from "Homeland."
It doesn't get played much anymore. When it does resurface, it feels ... kinda dated. Like watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on your new Xbox 360.
Information technology'due south non a song you'd put on a mixtape for your crush. It's not a song you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at home with the babysitter and you lot've got 9 hours to tear upward the Piscataway Hampton Inn. Information technology's certainly non a vocal you'd include on the video photo montage you made for your grandparents' silver anniversary.
It's just non.
Simply it should exist.
So here information technology is. Here's why "Candy Shop" past 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is really the perfect relationship song:
You wanna back that affair up or should I push up on it? Photo past ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission skid. Information technology's simply been 20 seconds, and you're already getting ready to hang it upward with "Processed Shop."
Just and then ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the grade of a female voice joining the track, cutting through the din like a clarion call.
She sings:
I'll take you lot to the candy store (yep)
Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have you lot spendin' all you got (come up on)
Go along going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
It'due south mutual! Information technology'due south common! They're performing oral sexual practice on each other!
Ring the bells! Blindside the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, get! Photo by liz due west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not exist the earth'due south greatest partner — for example, according to one of his exes, he'southward done some pretty unforgivable things.
Simply the narrator of "Processed Shop"? He gets information technology:
You could have information technology your mode, how do you want it?
Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Only Knows ("I'm going to invest my entire sense of cocky-worth in y'all!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'yard going to treat you like a breast full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Practice is Brand Love to You lot," ("I'chiliad going to play a trick on you into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Store" guy actually asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the world of pop music, is practiced for about 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do information technology? The hotel? Dorsum of the rental? The embankment? The park?
Information technology's whatever you're into
'Crusade consent is sexy!
I own't finished teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Candy Store" is certainly ... assertive about his desires.
Just here's the primal thing: the lady on the receiving end of those desires? She's conspicuously into it. And nosotros know this because she says and so.
The lines of consent in "Processed Shop" are bright red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky society floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo past Grim23/Wikimedia Commons.
Daughter what we practise ...
And where we exercise ...
The things we do ...
Are just betwixt me and y'all
No matter how nasty they freak, it will be intimate. It volition be private. At that place will be no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely be a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If yous exist a nympho, I'll be a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of whatever human relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very possibly in the case of "Candy Shop") minutes long.
She may have a high sex activity drive, but dude is graciously offering to suit her. What a admirer! These crazy kids simply might become the distance after all.
And at the terminate of the day, what is a relationship but two nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Thanks, Obamacare! Photo by Wonderlane/Flickr.
It's like it's a race who could become undressed quicker
Over again, everybody is having a great fourth dimension. And, critically, an equally not bad fourth dimension.
I touch the correct spot at the correct time
Of class, it wouldn't be a pop/hip-hop striking without a spot of random braggadocio, but if nosotros're to have him at his word, "Candy Store" guy is at least as expert at "doing everything right" as the bearding hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Practice is Make Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise baby nonsense.
The "Candy Shop" guy is a keeper. Because he's not a hero or a stranger in the night or a funky, shimmering love god. He'south a good partner.
"Candy Shop" is raunchy. It'south dirty. Information technology's not your grandmother's love song.
But when yous strip away the swagger, the dorsum beat, and the weird strings from "All-time of Public Domain Middle Eastern Music 1993," by the terminate of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, isn't that what a good for you relationship is all about?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Photo by Francois Durand/Getty Images.
So seductive.
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Source: https://www.upworthy.com/6-songs-that-seem-romantic-but-arent-and-one-that-seems-like-it-isnt-but-is
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