Tonight the Music Have Us Falling in Love Again Cars 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 accept been crossed, mountains accept been scaled, and nifty families have blossomed — all because of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a heart and propelled information technology on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other paw, that time you lot told that daughter you lot just started seeing that you would "take hold of a grenade" for her? You did that because of a love vocal. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she all of a sudden decided to "lose your number" and motion back to Milwaukee to "figure some stuff out."
"It's just, my mom. Yous know? And Fifty.A. is so hot in the summer. And yeah, my mom." Photograph via iStock.
That time yous held that boom box over your head outside your ex's house? You did that because of a love vocal. And 50 hours of community service later, you're still not back together.
Love songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire usa to take risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give usa terrible, terrible ideas about how bodily, real-life man relationships should work.
They're amazing. So amazing. And besides terrible.
Here are six dear songs that sound romantic but aren't, and ane song that doesn't sound romantic merely totally is:
i. "God Simply Knows," by The Beach Boys
Yous can proceed your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."
When it comes to The Beach Boys, "God Merely Knows" is where it's at. A lush garden of soft horns and informal melody. A tie-dye swirl of sound. A mural of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics ever committed to the back of a surfboard.
Youth! Youth! Youth! Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images.
Here's why information technology sounds romantic:
I may not ever beloved you
Only long equally in that location are stars above you
You lot never demand to doubt information technology
I'll make you and then certain about it
God only knows what I'd be without you
If you're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your love and not playing "God Only Knows" on your iPod, yous should really stop and start over.
If you're lazily bumping a embankment ball over a volleyball net and "God Just Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the back of your heed, you demand to rethink the choices that got yous to this point.
If you're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and y'all're not underscoring it with the opening chords of "God Only Knows," you lot are doing information technology wrong.
Hippies, likely on their style to a mud frolic. Photo by Colin Davey/Getty Images.
Information technology'due south a song that merely feels like love. Pure love. Immature love. Love with a arctic, kelp-y vibe.
What could be wrong with that?
Here's why it'due south actually really, really unromantic:
At that place's zip wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their pilus equally they fall asleep while you lot whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
"Miles Ryan stood on the back porch of his house, smoking a cigarette..." Photo by hatchettebookgroup.biz.
Only there is such a affair every bit loving someone a skosh also much.
If y'all should ever leave me
Though life would all the same get on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
And then what adept would living exercise me?
Await, I become it. Breakups suck. There'south no getting around that. Just proficient God.
There's a huge difference betwixt saying: "Hey infant, you are my get-go and foremost everything and I'll exist bummed if yous become." And proverb: "Welp, you accepted that task in Seattle, so I'chiliad just gonna chug a agglomeration of nightshade and call it a life."
Just that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God only knows what I'd exist without you
...horror-movie creepy. Because the reply, apparently, is: "I'd exist a corpse!"
Ah well. We had a good run. Photo via iStock.
That's non love. That's codependency (to put information technology mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to impale yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. Information technology's a form of emotional abuse.
Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any human relationship — one that, past definition, might ane day end — is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Sure, God may simply know what you'd exist without her, simply God probably also hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies. Have a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.
"Yes! Hell yeah! What was her name again?" Photograph by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration.
One person cannot be anyone's exist-all and end-all. It's too stressful. And it prevents you from doing you, which is a thing that's gotta be done before you can practise annihilation else.
No wonder she took that chore in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," past Bruno Mars
Sure, information technology'due south a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song y'all've ever heard. But, we don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and equally tribute acts get, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face up. That face! Photo by Brothers Le/Flickr.
Hither's why the vocal sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you lot are
Honey, y'all're my golden star
Yous know yous can brand my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If y'all let me treasure yous
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an 8th-grade make-out party and you lot'll likely go an instant price pass on the highway to tongue-town (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, engagement night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of celibate-yet-passionate frenching.
Laissez passer them to a cop who pulls you over for running a terminate sign, and they will think yous're weird — merely probably still make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this song.
This is what happens when yous write "Treasure" and you're on stage with Michelle Obama. Photo by 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 always told you what I shouted at your female parent on the street the offset time we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things start to get southward correct from the very get-go:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby
I gotta tell you a little something about yourself
Ah yes. Nothing screams "respect" quite similar a man lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself."
What could information technology be? Could information technology be that her jokes are funny? Could information technology be that she's got something in her teeth? Could information technology be that her nonfiction book about early modern German history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thanks for pedagogy me all nearly Martin Luther's bible!" Photo by Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Commons.
Spoiler Alert: It's none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you're a sexy lady
Just you walk around here like you wanna be someone else
Oh. Information technology'southward that she's sexy. Absurd, bro. Very original.
Word of communication? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't affect her solar day-to-mean solar day so much that y'all, a complete stranger, demand to shout it at her (even over a funky disco snare).
So what if she does desire to exist someone else? I'd love to be someone else! I think existence Ryan Gosling would be quite nice. A good mode to spend a three-day weekend.
Sure, there'd be an aligning period... Photo by Eamonn M. McCormack/Getty Images.
And then later, of class, the narrator can't help himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, you should be grinning
A daughter like you should never look so blue.
He respects her so much, he's really straight-upwardly telling her to grin! Much similar Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah." Which, you lot know, I guess everybody'south got a matter.
Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a salubrious relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a foreign woman and said woman existence so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sexual activity."
He so gain to talk to his potential lover like the world'south creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, yous, you, you, you are
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, you, you, you, you are
Past this point, in his mind, she's a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose it could be worse, though. At least she's non just any thing.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That'southward ... something, right?
iii. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," by Bob Dylan
For as long every bit humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking up with each other. And "Don't Think Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going downwards in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is good at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photo by William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here'southward why information technology sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, infant
Even you don't know by now
And it ain't no employ to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I'll be gone
You lot're the reason I'm a-traveling on
Simply don't call up twice, it'southward all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa.
"Don't Call back Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful song. It'south the vocal your older sister played on continuous loop for six months after her young man left for higher. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to go out her bank-teller chore, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a wind chime store in Mendocino. The song your friend'south cool dad ever wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse band over to his apartment to jam.
"What timbre are you looking for?" Photo by Sharon Ang/Pixabay.
Sure, information technology's about the stop of a relationship, but it sounds romantic. And at the end of the day, shouldn't that be plenty?
Here'southward why it's really sooooo messed up:
Relationships finish. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right mode to call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly do good from a hard, honest discussion well-nigh what went wrong.
It's not me, Joan. It's you. 100% you. Photo by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Think Twice," that discussion basically boils down to: "Information technology's your fault."
Let'south review the reasons the dude in "Don't Call up Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, right? You're all like, "Babe, I just have then much unspecified love to requite," and she's like, "Take out the trash!" And y'all're similar, "Merely baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my heart exist enough?" And she'due south like, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole business firm, fed the dog, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the week. All I need yous to practice is take out the trash." And you're like, "You lot're aimless me out. I'm gonna go play guitar." Then she gets all mad! What did you do? Why is she trying to change you? UGH!
You could have done better, but I don't mind
Aye. Y'all practice mind! Yous listen! Yous wrote a song about information technology, you lot passive-aggressive prick.
Y'all just kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your time is so precious! Remember about all the hours you lot wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of homo partnership when you could have been futzing effectually with that home-brew kit.
Yes, this was worth it. Photo past Beak Bradford/Flickr.
The minute you kickoff breaking it downwardly, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sis'due south ex-young man, who worked at the Bass Pro Store in town for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt'due south air current chinkle shop, which would have airtight forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Similar your friend'southward cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying child back up.
"You kids desire a beer? No i's under 13, right?" Photo via iStock.
Oh yeah, and the vocal's narrator also bespeak-bare refers woman he'south leaving as:
A child, I'm told
That's right. In addition to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he's also perchance a pedophile.
Fifty-fifty if we are to take that this is a metaphor and she'due south not actually a kid — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an immature partner reflects manner more than 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 exist the betoken.
4. "Leaving on a Jet Aeroplane," by John Denver
Who has two thumbs and wrote a bloodshot folk song about hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per hr?
This guy. Photo by Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here's why information technology sounds romantic:
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is a lovely song. And impressive in its loveliness because jet planes were still kind of new at the time it was written.
'Crusade I'thou leavin' on a jet aeroplane
To a modern ear, this would be sort of like singing, "I'yard a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," but in a way that's somehow nonetheless folksy and heartbreaking and singable by ix-yr-olds at summer campsite. Non easy to exercise!
Oh baby, I hate to go
You lot come across — he hates to go! He just hates it! We know this, because he tells us he hates it. And why would he hate to get if he didn't honey his partner just that much?
Meet ya! Photo by Altair78/Wikimedia Commons.
Why indeed?
Here's why it's actually non that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world tin only distract so much from the fact that the song's main grapheme is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — it doesn't actually seem similar he hates being away all that much:
In that location'due south so many times I've permit you downwardly
So many times I've played around
I tell y'all now, they don't mean a thing
"Babe, I promise! All the movies I watched lone while you lot were habitation nursing the quadruplets. All the times I tuckered our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sex I had with other women. Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to do! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic fourth dimension. Just rest assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"As empty as this bed I just finished having sex with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yes, when you lot break it down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming altitude and more the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he's "adept" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to be cleaved up about having to part from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited about the flight. Oh, y'all're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are y'all Zone 1? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo limited salad you were forced to choke downwards as you sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious take a chance?
"Life so difficult @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photograph by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Eatables.
He continues:
Ev'ry place I get, I'll call up of you lot
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for yous
Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my love is delicate as the morning dew" eyes at a waif-y grad educatee in the forepart row. That pretty much makes up for information technology all.
Then he demands:
So osculation me and grinning for me
Tell me that yous'll expect for me
Afterward all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to be a grade-A sleaze who can't exist trusted, he even so has the gall to tell her to await? To look 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'due south cheated a billion times, drained the family banking concern business relationship, and only been a general screwup and disappointment.
Merely yeah. This time he says he'll bring back a wedding band.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks dorsum.
5. "When a Human being Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When you look up "soul" in the lexicon, the volume plays y'all a recording of this vocal.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photo by Cistron Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, it plays you the very first line.
Hither's why it audio very romantic:
When a man loves a woman
Sure, y'all can write the lyrics down, but it doesn't even come up close to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The succulent, delicious hurting-belting:
WHEN A Homo LOVES A Woman
Closer ... but still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing information technology, Percy Sledge!
Information technology's an elemental lyric.
It's a heart-shattering lyric.
It'southward a lyric that demands you lot put your back into it.
It'southward perfection.
As long as you don't keep listening.
Here's why the song is actually pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Man Loves a Woman," we know that, at least on occasion, a man loves a woman.
Which raises the question: What happens when said man loves said woman?
He'd give up all his comforts
And slumber out in the rain
If she said that's the fashion
Information technology ought to be.
Whoa! OK. No. Back up. A man, no thing how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a human being will die of exposure and hypothermia.
Plow his back on his best friend if he put her downward.
No! Jeez. No. A human being can't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A human needs friends! Once a human's whole support system erodes out from nether him, a man will be bitter, ungrounded, and lone. And a human's mental health volition deteriorate.
I gave you lot everything I have
Tryin' to concur on to your heartless dearest
Infant, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It's what happens when a homo loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An abusive woman. A woman who, in truth, simply loves a adult female. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photo by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's not healthy.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for you.
(Side notation: Lest information technology go unsaid, there is manner more than one manner for a man to love a woman. Possibly they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Peradventure they sleep in separate bedrooms. Maybe they clothes up in large, plush cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a homo loves a human being, I imagine it feels much the aforementioned. Or when a adult female loves a woman. Or when a gender nonconforming person loves a gender nonconforming person.)
Regardless of the depth of commitment, living state of affairs, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, there'south no one-size-fits-all dearest solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the female parent of invention. There's more than one mode to skin a true cat. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine get down.
It doesn't matter if information technology'south the right metaphor, equally long as it's a metaphor. Photo by Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Point beingness: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And delight, seek help! You tin do this! And if you e'er notice yourself in a like situation, delight give these people a call.
6. "All I Wanna Practise is Make Love to Y'all," Heart
Honestly, Eye could sing a list of the near popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World's Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my optics out in the arms of a tall, nighttime stranger at the end of a pier.
This song is perfect. Yous should e'er be listening to it. If you're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it. It'southward just that of import.
I am singing the phone volume. You are weeping like a tiny baby. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
So much passion. So 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 past every living being on Globe: picking up an unnervingly attractive man for one nighttime of listen-blowing sex and then releasing him back into the wild to bone — simply never quite equally compellingly always again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Continuing by the road, no umbrella, no glaze
So I pulled upward alongside and I offered him a ride
He accustomed with a grin then we collection for a while
I don't have to proceed considering you know what happens next, and it's awesome.
"I just sit down in this cabin. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photograph by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here'south why this vocal is not romantic at all:
The human relationship in "All I Wanna Practise" seems besides adept to be true. And it is. Because it's not an every bit loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all.
It's a...
It's a...
Well. You know what information technology is:
Good at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photograph past Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are humming along just fine, like any wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate, tell me it'south correct, is this love at first sight?
Sure, many of us might hesitate to pick up a foreign leather-jacket-clad human standing on the side of the road for a no-strings-attached screw, but our narrator simply has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, you gotta go with your gut.
I can respect that.
We made magic that night
He did everything right
Bully! Seems like it was a practiced decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.
But then, without warning, the vocal starts to audio less similar an all-time great romance and more similar a story men'southward rights activists tell each other equally they vape around a campfire:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
Nosotros walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't try to discover me, delight don't you dare
Only alive in my memory, you'll e'er be there"
I'm non a poet. Symbolic language oft eludes me. But unless "flower," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly different things in the context of homo reproduction than they have since sex activity was get-go invented in the early-1970s, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
HELLO! Photograph by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to recollect, "Maybe Centre meant something else past that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant information technology:
So it happened one day
Nosotros came round the same style
Yous can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
There are 2 possibilities here.
One: The narrator of the vocal is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York Urban center subway ad from 9 years ago:
Photo past eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally bamboozled a dude into whipping up a baby on the sly.
I said, "Please, please understand
Ah, sure. Yes. No worries.
I'k in love with another man
Cool, then this all makes sense and is in no manner the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has at present wrecked non one but ii lives.
And what he couldn't requite me, oh, no
Was the one little thing that you lot tin can"
A HUMAN LIFE! A REAL SENTIENT Homo LIFE THAT IS Not INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you can say about that is that it's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his own birth control. Or, at the very least, asked more questions .
Only ... it'southward non cute. Information technology's not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves concord).
And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this song is somehow not the pelting-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the nighttime.
Which... is maxim something.
Simply there is a beloved vocal that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable track in a ocean of problematic faves.
A vocal that does everything right.
A song that paints a portrait of a healthy partnership built to last.
A song that tin can double every bit a manual for the ideal human romantic relationship.
And that song is...
"Candy Shop," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Here's why you might be — OK, nearly definitely are — skeptical:
l Cent (L) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
Equally catchy as "Processed Shop" is, as fun it is to dance to, and equally cathartic as it can be to scream in the centre of a crowded fraternity business firm at 2 a.m., there's no getting around the fact that the song begins like this:
I'll accept you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
I'll post that again, in case you missed some of the nuance:
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let yous lick the lollipop
Fashion to take i for the squad, narrator of "Candy Shop"!
At outset glance, "Candy Store" is nobody's idea of a classic beloved song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forrard. The beat is kinda basic. 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, information technology feels ... kinda dated. Like watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on your new Xbox 360.
It'southward not a song you'd put on a mixtape for your crush. It's non a song you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at habitation with the babysitter and you've got nine hours to tear upwardly the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It'southward certainly not a song you'd include on the video photo montage you made for your grandparents' silver anniversary.
It'south just not.
But it should be.
Then hither it is. Here's why "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship vocal:
You wanna back that thing up or should I push up on it? Photograph by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The vocalizer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It's only been 20 seconds, and you're already getting ready to hang it upwardly with "Candy Shop."
But and so ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the class of a female voice joining the runway, cutting through the din similar a clarion call.
She sings:
I'll take yous to the candy store (yeah)
Male child, i gustation of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have you lot spendin' all y'all got (come up on)
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
It's mutual! It's mutual! They're performing oral sex on each other!
Ring the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, become! Photo by liz westward/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not be the globe's greatest partner — for case, according to one of his exes, he'southward washed some pretty unforgivable things.
Only the narrator of "Processed Store"? He gets it:
You could have it your mode, how do you want it?
Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he'south with — a la the dude in "God Just Knows ("I'm going to invest my entire sense of self-worth in you!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to treat y'all like a breast full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Love to You lot," ("I'one thousand going to trick you into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Store" guy actually asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the world of pop music, is proficient for about 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do information technology? The hotel? Dorsum of the rental? The beach? The park?
It's whatever you're into
'Cause consent is sexy!
I ain't finished education you 'bout how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Candy Shop" is certainly ... assertive about his desires.
But here's the primal thing: the lady on the receiving end of those desires? She's clearly into it. And we know this because she says then.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are bright red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky guild floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is exterior trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photograph by Grim23/Wikimedia Commons.
Daughter what we do ...
And where we do ...
The things nosotros do ...
Are merely between me and you
No matter how nasty they freak, it will be intimate. It will be individual. In that location will be no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely exist a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of any relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very peradventure in the case of "Processed Shop") minutes long.
She may take a high sex drive, but dude is graciously offering to adjust her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids just might go the distance after all.
And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, what is a relationship just two nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Thank you, Obamacare! Photo past Wonderlane/Flickr.
It'south like it'due south a race who could go undressed quicker
Again, everybody is having a swell time. And, critically, an as corking time.
I touch the right spot at the right time
Of grade, information technology wouldn't be a pop/hip-hop hitting without a spot of random braggadocio, but if nosotros're to take him at his word, "Candy Shop" guy is at least as practiced at "doing everything right" as the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Make Beloved to You" — except without all the creepy surprise baby nonsense.
The "Candy Shop" guy is a keeper. Because he's non a hero or a stranger in the night or a funky, shimmering love god. He's a adept partner.
"Candy Store" is raunchy. Information technology'south muddied. It's not your grandmother's love vocal.
But when you strip away the swagger, the dorsum vanquish, and the weird strings from "Best of Public Domain Centre Eastern Music 1993," by the cease of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the end of the day, isn't that what a salubrious relationship is all about?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Photo past Francois Durand/Getty Images.
So seductive.
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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