| Bruno Mars – Grenade Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Are you (expletive) kidding me? People are impressed with these lyrics? LOL "The chorus is fantastic." ROFL you are kidding me right? THIS is what the our dumbed down current/future generations find to be lyrically/emotionally poetic? May god have mercy on us all. Anybody who actually thinks these lyrics are emotional is even worse than those who can't even understand what the song means. The fact that you understand the line "I'd catch a grenade for you" means literally what it says, and associate "fantastic" with it, means you are a culturally bereft and intellectually stymied moron. The future sucks. |
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| Lady GaGa – Just Dance Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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You (collectively) bring up some good points. Perhaps kids with common sense will realize that the environment Lady GaGa resides in an undesirable one. Unfortunately, others are not readily able to see that on their own, and may find an allure to Lady GaGa's fantasy land. Such a conundrum! |
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| Lady GaGa – Just Dance Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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That's because in songs like this shit poor excuse for music, the song is targeted to people with the intellectual capacity of a 5 year old. Thus, everything is spelled out for you because you don't think good and stuff. Songs with meaning, however, rely on symbolism, and motifs-which define good literature and songs. "Just Dance" is like "Green Eggs and Ham" of literature. It's for the intellectually inept. Sorry, but you're wrong. |
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| Lady GaGa – Just Dance Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Too literally? I think not. My assessment is flawless, and spot on. I think you should come to accept that. | |
| Lady GaGa – Just Dance Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Where to begin? The logical start would be the first stanza, so let's take a look, shall we? I've had a little bit too much, much All of the people start to rush, start to rush by A dizzy twisted dance, can't find my drink, oh man Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone Clearly the speaker is inebriated beyond belief. They've had a "bit too much, much", in their own words. Repeating the word "much" shows a clear lack of cerebral concentration, due to what can only be assumed as the consumption of way too "much" alcohol. The rest of the stanza just reinforces the above argument. Lady GaGa sets a terrible example for the preteens that probably find this music enjoyable. Moving forward! What's going on on the floor? I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright Still unable to absorb their surroundings, the speaker can hear the music, but has lost all recollection of time and space. They say, "I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright". No, Lady GaGa, it's not alright. Clearly this person has lost numerous brain cells and is in a vulnerable position. Someone needs to get them off the dance floor. The chorus reveals everything: Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance These few lines are almost sad to read. They show the speaker has a severe mental problem that needs addressing; they comfort themselves with dance, while ignoring real problems. They know they have problems, i.e drinking, and probably many others, but instead of seeking help, choose to "just dance". The dancing is a pseudo-security blanket, allowing the speaker to get lost, for a period of time, on the dance floor. If they continue to hide behind dancing, a very rough epiphany lies ahead. Next stanza: Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh Still sauced. The next couple stanzas show a change in speaker. When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah Shawty I can see that you got so much energy The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down Some lecherous man has entered the club. He is "on the prowl", so to speak. Like a lioness in the wild he looks for the weak to hunt. Our poor speaker from before, still vulnerable from her inebriation, is his target. His grammar is also atrocious, which shows he is either uneducated, or just doesn't care. At this point the reader can only hope for the best. Our hope was in vain. Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle I got it, just stay close enough to get it Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it Spend the last dough (I got it) In your pocko (I got it) Excuse me? T-M-I. Enough said. Plot summary: Lady GaGa clearly intended this song to be a tragedy. The story of a woman with problems she chooses to drown out with alcohol and dancing, taken advantage of in her wilted state by a an "opportunistic" scavenger. It is a shame that Lady GaGa introduces all these mature themes to the 11-15 year-olds that listen to this song. But if they don't learn from the mistakes of the speaker in Just Dance, who else could teach them? Perhaps it is best children learn these harsh life lessons from a song with synthesized music, instead of finding out the hard way. Throwing an arbitrary rating on this song, I give Just Dance, one thumb up, the other down. |
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