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Beloved songs are where we go our passion, our soul — and most of our worst ideas.
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Throughout homo history, oceans have been crossed, mountains take been scaled, and keen families have blossomed — all because of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a center and propelled it on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other mitt, that time you told that girl you just started seeing that yous would "catch a grenade" for her? You did that because of a love 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'south simply, my mom. You know? And L.A. is so hot in the summer. And yeah, my mom." Photo via iStock.
That time you held that boom box over your head outside your ex'due south house? You lot did that considering of a love song. And 50 hours of community service later, yous're all the same not back together.
Beloved songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire united states to accept risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give us terrible, terrible ideas about how actual, real-life human relationships should work.
They're astonishing. So astonishing. And also terrible.
Here are six beloved songs that sound romantic but aren't, and ane vocal that doesn't sound romantic simply totally is:
1. "God Only Knows," by The Beach Boys
You can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."
When it comes to The Beach Boys, "God Only Knows" is where it's at. A lush garden of soft horns and informal tune. A tie-dye swirl of audio. A landscape of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics ever committed to the back of a surfboard.
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Here'southward why it sounds romantic:
I may not e'er love you lot
But long every bit in that location are stars higher up you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make y'all so certain about it
God merely knows what I'd be without yous
If you're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your beloved and not playing "God Only Knows" on your iPod, you should really stop and start over.
If yous're lazily bumping a beach ball over a volleyball net and "God Only Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the back of your mind, you need to rethink the choices that got y'all to this point.
If yous're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you're not underscoring it with the opening chords of "God But Knows," you are doing it wrong.
Hippies, likely on their style to a mud frolic. Photograph past Colin Davey/Getty Images.
Information technology's a vocal that simply feels like love. Pure love. Immature love. Beloved with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could exist incorrect with that?
Here's why it's actually really, really unromantic:
There'south nothing wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their pilus every bit they fall comatose while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
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But there is such a affair every bit loving someone a skosh too much.
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show goose egg to me
So what good would living practise me?
Look, I get it. Breakups suck. There'south no getting around that. Just good God.
There's a huge departure between saying: "Hey babe, you are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if y'all go." And proverb: "Welp, you accepted that job in Seattle, so I'm just gonna chug a agglomeration of nightshade and telephone call it a life."
Simply that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God only knows what I'd be without y'all
...horror-movie creepy. Considering the answer, apparently, is: "I'd be a corpse!"
Ah well. We had a good run. Photo via iStock.
That's not love. That's codependency (to put it mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. It'southward a form of emotional corruption.
Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any relationship — one that, past definition, might 1 day end — is putting a lot of eggs in 1 handbasket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, but God probably as well hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies. Have a yoga grade. Google some woodworking videos. Attempt kite surfing.
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I person cannot exist anyone'south be-all and stop-all. It's too stressful. And it prevents you from doing you, which is a affair that'due south gotta be done earlier yous can practice anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," past Bruno Mars
Sure, information technology'south a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song y'all've ever heard. But, we don't accept Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
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Here's why the song sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you are
Honey, y'all're my golden star
Yous know you lot tin make my wish come truthful
If y'all let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you lot
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-form make-out party and you'll likely become an instant toll laissez passer on the highway to tongue-town (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-yet-passionate frenching.
Laissez passer them to a cop who pulls you over for running a end sign, and they volition recall y'all're weird — but probably however make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime laissez passer to make out with America because of this song.
This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and yous're on stage with Michelle Obama. Photo by Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'm OK with that.
Just, hither's why "Treasure" isn't every bit romantic as information technology seems:
Everything nearly "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes about gender.
"Children, have I ever told you what I shouted at your mother on the street the first time nosotros met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things start to go south correct from the very beginning:
Requite me your, give me your, give me your attending, infant
I gotta tell y'all a little something most yourself
Ah yep. Nothing screams "respect" quite like a homo lecturing a strange woman on the street virtually something she "doesn't know near herself."
What could it exist? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could it be that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book near early modern High german history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Cheers for teaching me all about Martin Luther's bible!" Photo by Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Commons.
Spoiler Alarm: Information technology'south none of those.
You lot're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you're a sexy lady
Just you lot walk around here like you wanna be someone else
Oh. It's that she's sexy. Cool, bro. Very original.
Give-and-take of communication? Regardless of how she'southward walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't touch her day-to-twenty-four hours so much that you, a complete stranger, demand to shout it at her (even over a funky disco snare).
So what if she does want to be someone else? I'd love to be someone else! I recall being Ryan Gosling would be quite squeamish. A adept way to spend a three-day weekend.
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And then subsequently, of course, the narrator can't help himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, you should be smiling
A girl similar you should never expect and so bluish.
He respects her and then much, he'southward actually straight-up telling her to smile! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah." Which, you lot know, I gauge everybody'southward got a thing.
Aye, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a human being complimenting a foreign woman and said woman being and so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sexual practice."
He then gain to talk to his potential lover like the globe'southward creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
Y'all are my treasure, yeah, you, yous, you, you are
Yous are my treasure, you are my treasure
Y'all are my treasure, yeah, you, you, y'all, you lot are
Past this signal, in his listen, she's a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose information technology could be worse, though. At least she's non just whatsoever thing.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That'due south ... something, right?
3. "Don't Remember Twice, It's All Correct," past Bob Dylan
For as long every bit humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking up with each other. And "Don't Retrieve Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is good at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photograph by William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here'southward why information technology sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you lot don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, infant
It'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
Merely don't think twice, it's all right.
Blast. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa.
"Don't Think Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful song. Information technology's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for half-dozen months after her swain left for college. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to exit her banking company-teller job, load her 4 Australian shepherds into the van, and open up a wind chime store in Mendocino. The vocal your friend'due south absurd dad always wants to play when he invited your loftier school band over to his apartment to jam.
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Sure, it's about the end of a relationship, but information technology sounds romantic. And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, shouldn't that be enough?
Here's why it's actually sooooo messed up:
Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right way to phone call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest discussion most what went wrong.
It'southward not me, Joan. It's you. 100% yous. Photo by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Retrieve Twice," that give-and-take basically boils down to: "It'due south your fault."
Let's review the reasons the dude in "Don't Think Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, right? Yous're all like, "Infant, I merely have so much unspecified love to give," and she'due south like, "Accept out the trash!" And you're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my centre be enough?" And she's like, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole firm, fed the canis familiaris, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the calendar week. All I demand you lot to exercise is accept out the trash." And you're like, "Yous're bumming me out. I'm gonna go play guitar." And and then she gets all mad! What did you practise? Why is she trying to modify you? UGH!
You could have done better, just I don't listen
Yes. You do mind! You heed! You wrote a song about information technology, you passive-aggressive prick.
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your time is so precious! Recall nearly all the hours you wasted plumbing the bounding main-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when you lot could have been futzing around with that abode-mash kit.
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The minute you lot start breaking it down, the message of "Don't Think Twice" all of a sudden starts to seem a lot less romantic. Similar your sister's ex-young man, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in town for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt'southward wind chime store, which would have airtight 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 support.
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Oh yeah, and the vocal's narrator too signal-blank refers woman he'southward 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'due south also possibly a pedophile.
Fifty-fifty if we are to have that this is a metaphor and she'southward non actually a kid — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an young partner reflects way more than poorly on him than it does on her.
Breaking up 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 point.
4. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," past John Denver
Who has 2 thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk vocal nigh hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per hour?
This guy. Photo by Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here's why it 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.
'Cause I'thousand leavin' on a jet plane
To a modern ear, this would exist sort of like singing, "I'g a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," just in a fashion that'south somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable by nine-year-olds at summer army camp. Not like shooting fish in a barrel to practice!
Oh infant, I hate to get
You come across — he hates to go! He just hates information technology! We know this, because he tells united states he hates it. And why would he hate to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?
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Why indeed?
Hither's why it's actually not that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world can only distract and so much from the fact that the song's main character is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — it doesn't actually seem like he hates being away all that much:
There'southward and then many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell yous now, they don't mean a affair
"Babe, I promise! All the movies I watched alone while y'all were home 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 practice! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. Only residual assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"As empty as this bed I just finished having sex activity with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yes, when you break information technology down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming distance and more the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he'south "expert" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to be broken upwardly almost having to part from his ane and only, the dude seems pretty excited nearly the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are yous Zone 1? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter virtually the "terrible" Cibo express salad you were forced to choke downwards as you saturday waiting to commence on your fun, mysterious adventure?
"Life and so hard @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photograph by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Eatables.
He continues:
Ev'ry place I become, I'll call back of you lot
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah cool. He'll think near her while strumming and making "my dear is delicate as the morning dew" eyes at a waif-y grad educatee in the front end row. That pretty much makes upwardly for information technology all.
Then he demands:
So buss me and smile for me
Tell me that yous'll await for me
After all the expose and heartbreak, subsequently basically revealing himself to be a form-A sleaze who tin can't exist trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to await? To wait for him?
And here's the kicker:
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring
Ah aye. He'll put a ring on information technology. Finally.
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Dissimilar all the previous trips, where he'south cheated a billion times, drained the family bank account, and only been a general screwup and disappointment.
But yes. This time he says he'll bring back a wedding ceremony band.
I promise she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks back.
five. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When y'all look up "soul" in the lexicon, the book plays you a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photo by Gene Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, information technology plays you the very offset line.
Here's why it audio very romantic:
When a homo loves a adult female
Sure, you can write the lyrics down, but it doesn't fifty-fifty come close to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:
WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN
Closer ... simply still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing it, Percy Sledge!
It'southward an elemental lyric.
It's a heart-shattering lyric.
Information technology's a lyric that demands you put your back into it.
It'due south perfection.
As long equally 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 adult female.
Which raises the question: What happens when said man loves said woman?
He'd surrender all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way
Information technology ought to be.
Whoa! OK. No. Dorsum up. A man, no matter how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a man volition die of exposure and hypothermia.
Plow his back on his all-time friend if he put her downwards.
No! Jeez. No. A human can't put upward with that kind of isolating beliefs. A man needs friends! Once a man's whole support arrangement erodes out from under him, a man volition be biting, ungrounded, and alone. And a human being's mental health volition deteriorate.
I gave you everything I have
Tryin' to hold on to your heartless love
Baby, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It's what happens when a man loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An calumniating woman. A adult female who, in truth, just loves a woman. Herself.
"It'southward Chris or me." Photograph by geralt/Pixabay.
And that'south not good for you.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're hither for you lot.
(Side note: Lest it go implied, at that place is style more than i way for a homo to honey a woman. Maybe they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Peradventure they sleep in separate bedrooms. Maybe they dress up in large, plush true cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a homo loves a man, I imagine it feels much the same. 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, there'southward no i-size-fits-all beloved solution. Every human relationship is a unique snowflake. Diversity is the spice of life. Necessity is the female parent of invention. In that location's more one way to skin a cat. A spoonful of carbohydrate helps the medicine go down.
It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, equally long as it's a metaphor. Photo past Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Signal beingness: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And delight, seek assist! Yous tin can practise this! And if you ever find yourself in a like situation, please give these people a call.
vi. "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You," Heart
Honestly, Eye could sing a list of the most popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/Globe'southward Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my eyes out in the arms of a alpine, dark stranger at the end of a pier.
This song is perfect. Y'all should e'er be listening to it. If you're not listening to it at present, smack yourself in the face and Google it. Information technology'due south but that important.
I am singing the phone book. You are weeping similar a tiny infant. Photo past FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
So much passion. So much pain. So much hair.
Here's why information technology sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a fundamental tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared past every living being on Earth: picking up an unnervingly bonny man for 1 night of listen-blowing sexual practice and so 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 past the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up alongside and I offered him a ride
He accustomed with a grin so we collection for a while
I don't have to go on because you know what happens next, and it's crawly.
"I just sit in this motel. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photograph by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this song is not romantic at all:
The relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems too proficient to be true. And it is. Because it's not an equally loving ,or even equally brawny, pairing at all.
Information technology'southward a...
Information technology's a...
Well. You know what it is:
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For a while, things are humming along simply fine, similar any wholesome, illicit, anonymous matter should:
I didn't ask him his name, this lone male child in the rain
Fate, tell me information technology'southward correct, is this love at kickoff 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 just has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, yous gotta get with your gut.
I can respect that.
We fabricated magic that night
He did everything correct
Great! Seems like it was a good decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off large time.
But and then, without warning, the song starts to sound less like an all-time swell romance and more than like a story men'due south rights activists tell each other every bit they vape around a bivouac:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't attempt to find me, delight don't yous cartel
Just live in my memory, you'll ever be there"
I'grand non a poet. Symbolic linguistic communication often eludes me. But unless "blossom," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly different things in the context of man reproduction than they have since sex was first invented in the early-1970s, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Hi! Photograph by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to think, "Possibly Heart meant something else by that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
Then it happened one day
We came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
At that place are two possibilities here.
I: The narrator of the vocal is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway ad from nine years ago:
Photo by eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping up a infant on the sly.
I said, "Please, please understand
Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.
I'm in dear with another homo
Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no mode the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not 1 merely two lives.
And what he couldn't requite me, oh, no
Was the one lilliputian thing that you can"
A HUMAN LIFE! A Existent SENTIENT Homo LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The all-time you tin can say near 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 .
Simply ... information technology'south not cute. It's not romantic (fifty-fifty the Wilson sisters themselves hold).
And at the stop of the twenty-four hours, the shadiest character in this vocal is somehow not the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
Which... is saying something.
But there is a love song that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable track in a bounding main of problematic faves.
A vocal that does everything right.
A song that paints a portrait of a healthy partnership congenital to last.
A song that tin can double as a manual for the ideal homo romantic human relationship.
And that vocal is...
"Processed Shop," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Here's why you might exist — OK, nigh definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (Fifty) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo past Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
Every bit catchy as "Candy Shop" is, as fun it is to dance to, and equally cathartic as it can be to scream in the eye of a crowded fraternity house at 2 a.m., there'due south no getting around the fact that the vocal begins like this:
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
I'll mail that again, in case you missed some of the nuance:
I'll take y'all to the processed shop
I'll permit you lick the lollipop
Manner to take one for the team, narrator of "Candy Store"!
At first glance, "Candy Store" is nobody's idea of a archetype dear song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The beat is kinda basic. The hook is like the music they play when Abu Nazir sidles scarily past in "Homeland."
OooooOOOOoooooOOOo. GIF from "Homeland."
It doesn't go played much anymore. When it does resurface, information technology feels ... kinda dated. Like watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Burn" on your new Xbox 360.
Information technology's not a song y'all'd put on a mixtape for your crush. It'south not a vocal you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at home with the babysitter and you've got nine hours to tear up the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly not a vocal yous'd include on the video photo montage you made for your grandparents' argent anniversary.
It's simply not.
But it should be.
So here it is. Hither's why "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship song:
You lot wanna back that thing up or should I push button up on it? Photo by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass pulsate hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It'due south only been twenty seconds, and you're already getting ready to hang it up with "Candy Store."
But then ... over the foursquare thrum and the mewling strings, a phenomenon occurs — in the grade of a female voice joining the rail, cut through the din similar a clarion call.
She sings:
I'll have you to the processed store (yeah)
Boy, ane gustatory modality of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll take you spendin' all you got (come on)
Keep going 'til y'all hit the spot, whoa
It's common! It's mutual! They're performing oral sex on each other!
Ring the bells! Blindside the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, go! Photo past liz west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not exist the earth'southward greatest partner — for example, according to ane of his exes, he's done some pretty unforgivable things.
Only the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets information technology:
You could accept information technology your way, how do you want it?
Rather than just imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Only Knows ("I'chiliad going to invest my entire sense of self-worth in you!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to treat you similar a breast full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Dear to You," ("I'chiliad going to play a trick on y'all into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Store" guy really asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the world of popular music, is adept for nearly 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do it? The hotel? Back of the rental? The beach? The park?
Information technology's whatever you're into
'Cause consent is sexy!
I ain't finished teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Candy Shop" is certainly ... believing about his desires.
But here's the central thing: the lady on the receiving end of those desires? She's clearly into it. And we know this considering she says and so.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are bright red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly viscid club floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo by Grim23/Wikimedia Commons.
Girl what we do ...
And where we do ...
The things nosotros do ...
Are merely between me and you
No matter how nasty they freak, information technology will exist intimate. It will exist individual. There will be no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely be a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of whatsoever relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very possibly in the case of "Candy Shop") minutes long.
She may have a high sex activity drive, just dude is graciously offering to suit her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids simply might go the distance after all.
And at the terminate of the mean solar day, what is a relationship but ii nymphos, sharing wellness insurance?
Thank you, Obamacare! Photo past Wonderlane/Flickr.
It'southward like it'south a race who could get undressed quicker
Once more, everybody is having a great time. And, critically, an as great fourth dimension.
I affect the right spot at the correct fourth dimension
Of course, it wouldn't be a popular/hip-hop hit without a spot of random braggadocio, just if we're to accept him at his word, "Candy Shop" guy is at least every bit good at "doing everything right" every bit the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Practise is Make Love to Yous" — except without all the creepy surprise baby nonsense.
The "Processed Shop" guy is a keeper. Because he's non a hero or a stranger in the night or a funky, shimmering love god. He'southward a good partner.
"Candy Shop" is raunchy. Information technology's muddied. It's not your grandmother'due south love vocal.
But when you strip away the swagger, the back beat, and the weird strings from "All-time of Public Domain Middle Eastern Music 1993," by the stop of the vocal, both people are satisfied. And at the end of the day, isn't that what a healthy relationship is all about?
Yes.
Uh-huh.
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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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