Poor 98 degress. Legitimately talented guys who were often cast aside in favor of the flashier, "cooler" Backstreet Boys and Nsync (and Westlife!!! Just kidding, that's everywhere except where I fucking live). They just back up my theory that you can have a band with legitimately talented singers, but if they're given shitty material that isn't catchy or, well, as good, they're not going to do as well. You probably remember "Bye Bye Bye." Do you remember as many of the words to "My Everything"? That's what I thought.
Like Dr. Zhivago All my love I'll be sending And you will never know cuz There can be no happy ending
Advanced literary reference in a bubblegum pop song? Say what? If it sounds like a bad idea, that's because it is. Songwriters for these sorts of bands/groups know that they need to connect to the audience, which is basically 12-year-olds (which I was when this came out, more or less). To connect, they don't need much in the way of lyrical complexity. Boyband? They want a girl because she is important and hot and they will be in love forever, ooh baby, yeahhh! The teeny-boppers get this and respond to it in the form of their parents' $$$. Did they really think the 12-year-old girls would be like, "OMG! Dr. Zhivago! I completely agree with their analysis here, as it really represents the nature of the work! ZOMG my retainer just fell out!!"? Because that's not what happens.
OH SNAP!!! This entry just became a twofer! YEAH.
Will we meet again?
Fate is a place and time.
No, it isn't. It's an abstract idea. Fate is not a place; no one says "OMG have you been to fate? It's nice - sandy beaches, hot cabana boys, and the BEST caipirinhas!" Fate is also not a time; no one says "Oh shit! I was supposed to get up for work but I accidentally woke up at fate o'clock!" Darn!" Nice try, guys.
Hey readers hey. I already analyzed/ripped into "Issues," a ballad by the Saturdays, a new addition to the British girl band scene (obv. Girls Aloud and the Spice Girls make it a tough act to follow). I could go back and make this a two-fer, but I'm way too lazy, so I'm just going to pick it up from here because I thought of something else. Woop woop.
Boy you leave me hanging for so long
You empty out my life until it's all gone
Righty-o. I don't think it's possible to empty out someone's life. You can drain a person's life out of them, but you see, that's actually a metaphor commonly used by humans. Emptying out life? Not so much. That's like saying "you take a walk with my feelings" or "you take my mind out dancing." They could just be metaphors, since they're surely not literal, but then again, they're not metaphors. They haven't been...ever. So it just sounds fucking weird.
When you're touching me, kisses endlessly It's just a place in the sun where our love's begun
I'm going to say the following very simply.
This song is so cheesy that it makes me question why I listen to pop music. (But then I look at Jeff Timmons, second from left, and remember. Hey Jeff. I know Nick Lachey overshadowed everyone else but no worries. I like you.)
Yep, I know that's just Zac Efron, but I think he's the most visually important element of High School Musical.
We're not the same
We're different in a good way
Way to set up false dichotomies.You establish different as being "in a good way," thereby making it possible for something to be "different in a bad way." Look, I know Walt Disney was an anti-Semite, but now being different potentially could be bad?
The multicultural group of kids on Movie Surfers was a FUCKING LIE.
Before I address this hoot-nanny of lyrics (I just wanted to use that word), can we just look at that picture? I searched Google Images (as I do for all of these) for "Girls Aloud 2003." AKA when they were starting out, AKA when I didn't know who they were, AKA so much awkwardness that it would a grown man cry. Guys can look at Girls Aloud (Gorls Alyde for Nuhdeen) and think that they're so hot, man. Whereas girls like me can look at them as inspiration for their own style...JUST NOT IN THIS PICTURE. From left to right, we've got: Awkward unflattering pose, looks like a rejected Disney villain, if she can make the leap from that to national style icon then there is hope for everyone, slutty but her face makes it look as if her brain just died (sexy? no no no. GET IT OMG), and awkward skirt material ginger lady. FAIL.
Daddy told me, look into the future
Sit at your computer
Be a good girl
What good dad tells his daughter to look into the future (hi, that's impossible), and worse yet, sit at the computer? Shouldn't a dad (esp. one that they'd complain about) tell his daughter to do her homework or wash the dishes or take care of one of her younger siblings or something useful? These lyrics suck because they don't make sense. What dad tells his daughter to just randomly surf the net or play computer games instead of getting shit done? "I know you have a biology (I AM HILARIOUS) test tomorrow, but you should go on Facebook for a few hours, and then play some Bejeweled." THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN.
In the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart
The other hand is on your heart? Is it, though? Because it sounds like something people do in private, and not in a fucking car. Come on, Taylor, how can you expect to respect yourself when a guy can't respect you? I'm glad we had this talk, and yes, I already made your lunch for tomorrow.
This blog just had a three-way love child with What Taylor Swift's Mom Would Say and an after-school special. Do you need to wonder anymore why it's the shit?
I'll take you home real quick And sit you down on the couch Pour some Dom Perignon and hit the lights out. Baby we can make sweet love. Then we'll take it nice and slow. I'm gonna touch you like you've never know before We're gonna make love all night.
You know how there's always that one person you know who doesn't hesitate to tell you everything about their sex life? But you don't want to know about it? That person would love the above section of this song by rando British boyband, Blue. You can just imagine them reciting what they did last night to you using similarly specific language, and you making whatever stock "uncomfortable face" you have out of necessity/habit.
I really like this song, except for this part. The chorus is catchy and so are the verses. When I get to this part, I just fast forward and feel awkward. These guys are just wayyy too specific. There really aren't rhymes here, either, which I guess could justify the absurd amount of detail. Couch/out? Slow/before? And then ending with a weirdly vague, "no duh!" statement? No shit, you're going to make love for the entire evening?!?! I had NOOOOOO IDEA.
Cause I can't read your mind I need to know if what I'm doing is right
Don't people usually like to turn off the lights to be romantic? When are people like "Yeah, let's take this to the next level! YEAH! Fluorescent lights? That's so hot!!!"? That's right, (almost?) never.
He also needs to know if what he's doing is right. Bitch please...you're Enrique. But seriously, such a declaration gets the scientific nomenclature of TMI. Cheeeeeeeeeell.
But there's no sign you hear the lightning, bayybayy
I'm pretty sure the same guys who wrote Fool Again wrote this gem. (Sad part is, I'm not being sarcastic when I call this a gem. Whatevah.) Almost no deficiences within the lyrics, except for insane cheesiness (but what else is new?) and the opener of "We started as friends, but something happened inside me." (Does it rhyme with shmamydia?)
But Westlife is sad that their addressee doesn't "hear the lightning." But you know why they don't? Because it's impossible. In Ireland they probably just spend school preparing for what they would say if they meet Westlife walking down the street, but when I was in school, I learned that thunder goes BOOM (makes noise!) and lightning doesn't make any noise and just makes light, hence the word (?). Maybe Ireland is just topsy-turvy world, though, which'd be awesome for me, as this straight girl would be a gay man, which would give me ridonculous amounts of carte blanche to dance around in hot pants to Girls Aloud, Lady Gaga, and Westlife. YES.
(Sorry if I offended any Irish and/or gay people. I didn't mean to. YOU'RE AWESOME! Yay.)
*In this song, it sounds more like "every-thayy-hayyng," just sayin'.
Not gonna lie here, I'm a fan of this Westlife song. So is my friend, whom I've converted to Westlife-loving-dom. So finally other people in the US like Westlife. NBD.
But what the fuck is up with the above lines? How can a picture be written all over someone's face? Still don't see? Read on.
Person #1: Hey, what are you doing?
Person #2: Aw, nothing much. Just writing a picture.
Something about that is very wrong. You can't write a picture. Swedish songwriters are behind these guys, Nsync, BSB, Britney...AND (now) Kelly Clarkson, Katy Perry, and so on. They have a good command on the English language - enough to write catchy and popular songs. But there are slip-ups every so often and, oh man, is this one of them. Gotta go. I have a picture to write.
(I know, a band that plays their own instruments! I hope you were sitting down already. Oh, and THIS ONE IS A TWO-FER, GET PUMPED.)
Your subtleties, they strangle me
I can't explain myself at all
I'm not even going to get into how something intangible like subtleties can literally strangle someone, but you know what? Let's give that to them, chalking it up to poetic license. But really, anything subtle cannot really "strangle" someone (assuming "strangle" can be figurative here). Subtleties usually go relatively unnoticed. But if you're being strangled, you notice. So this part really makes little sense, even if you take it in the least literal way possible. I mean, it's not like you're being strangled by something and then say "Wow! How subtle. I barely even noticed." And you can't explain yourself at all? Really? Because I think you ARE doing that for four minutes and six seconds (I have it on iTunes because I'm just THAT COOL).
Walls are breathing? How is that even symbolism? I'm rifling through my brain, trying to find a precedent for this as some metaphor, but it's an epic fail. When walls start breathing, either your heavy-breathing neighbor/family member/lover is invisible, or you just love acid.
And how is your mind unweaving? Again, not really a metaphor that's reflected in erudite literature. This makes no sense. Unless your mind is Tyra Banks between treatments. (Work!)
Why fight it, cant hide it Truth is I think I like it Confusion, illusion Still I don’t know which way to go…
I decided to make this fledgling little blog because of Snacks and Shit, which does what I do to rap songs, except eleventy gazillion point four times better. Entry #99 is genius, as it makes fun of E-40 for saying "Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five, gouda. Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? Chalupa." The author rightfully states that you can't just "sing" by naming numbers and foods. Those just aren't lyrics.
Similarly, the middle 8 (I have no idea?) of this song, which includes the chorus of "Me and my heart, we've got issues," contains two lines that rhyme: "Why fight...like it." Cool. But then they just sing "confusion, illusion," as if a) these are complete sentences and not just abstract, intagible nouns and b) as if these measly two words extend the idea expressed in the first two lines of this excerpt. Um, but they don't. Just like with E-40, you guys are just saying words. These words have nothing to do with anything.
Good job, (probably Swedish) songwriters, you did a multisyllabic rhyme. Too bad it makes no fucking sense.