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Love songs are where nosotros get our passion, our soul — and most of our worst ideas.
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Throughout homo history, oceans have been crossed, mountains accept been scaled, and great families have blossomed — all because of a few elementary 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 daughter y'all simply started seeing that you would "catch a grenade" for her? You lot did that because of a dearest song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she all of a sudden decided to "lose your number" and move back to Milwaukee to "figure some stuff out."
"It'due south but, my mom. Yous 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 exterior your ex'southward house? You did that considering of a dearest song. And 50 hours of community service later, you lot're nonetheless not back together.
Love songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire united states of america to accept risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give united states terrible, terrible ideas about how bodily, real-life human being relationships should piece of work.
They're amazing. So astonishing. And also terrible.
Here are six love songs that sound romantic but aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic but totally is:
1. "God But Knows," past The Beach Boys
Yous can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."
When it comes to The Beach Boys, "God But Knows" is where it's at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. A tie-dye swirl of sound. A landscape of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics ever committed to the back of a surfboard.
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Hither's why it sounds romantic:
I may not always honey you lot
But long as in that location are stars above yous
You never need to dubiety it
I'll brand y'all and so sure about it
God merely knows what I'd be without you
If you lot're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your beloved and non playing "God Only Knows" on your iPod, you should really stop and first over.
If you're lazily bumping a beach brawl over a volleyball cyberspace and "God Only Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the back of your mind, you need to rethink the choices that got you to this point.
If yous're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you're not underscoring information technology with the opening chords of "God Only Knows," y'all are doing information technology wrong.
Hippies, likely on their way to a mud frolic. Photo by Colin Davey/Getty Images.
It's a vocal that just feels like love. Pure dear. Young love. Love with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be incorrect with that?
Hither'due south why it's actually really, actually unromantic:
There'southward nothing incorrect with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-superlative notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their pilus as they fall asleep while y'all whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
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Merely there is such a thing equally loving someone a skosh besides much.
If you should ever leave me
Though life would nevertheless continue believe me
The earth could show aught to me
And so what good would living do me?
Look, I get information technology. Breakups suck. There'south no getting around that. But good God.
There'southward a huge difference between maxim: "Hey babe, y'all are my starting time and foremost everything and I'll exist bummed if you go." And saying: "Welp, you accepted that job in Seattle, so I'g just gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call it a life."
But 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 respond, apparently, is: "I'd be a corpse!"
Ah well. Nosotros 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'south a form of emotional corruption.
Investing all your happiness and sense of cocky-worth in any relationship — one that, by definition, might one day end — is putting a lot of eggs in one handbasket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, just God probably besides hopes you accept, I don't know, some hobbies. Accept a yoga course. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.
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One person cannot be anyone's be-all and finish-all. Information technology's likewise stressful. And it prevents you from doing you lot, which is a affair that's gotta be done before yous can do anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," past Bruno Mars
Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson vocal you've e'er heard. Just, we don't take Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts get, you lot could practise a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
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Hither'southward why the vocal sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you are
Honey, you're my golden star
You know you can brand my wish come true
If yous let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an 8th-class make-out party and you'll likely become an instant toll pass on the highway to tongue-boondocks (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, engagement night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-however-passionate frenching.
Laissez passer them to a cop who pulls yous over for running a finish sign, and they will recall you're weird — but probably nonetheless make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America considering of this song.
This is what happens when y'all write "Treasure" and you're on stage with Michelle Obama. Photo past Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'm OK with that.
Just, here'southward why "Treasure" isn't every bit romantic equally information technology seems:
Everything about "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes virtually gender.
"Children, take I ever told you what I shouted at your female parent on the street the get-go time we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things start to go south correct from the very beginning:
Requite me your, give me your, requite me your attending, baby
I gotta tell y'all a niggling something nearly yourself
Ah yes. Cypher screams "respect" quite similar a man lecturing a foreign woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself."
What could it exist? Could information technology exist that her jokes are funny? Could it exist that she'southward got something in her teeth? Could it exist that her nonfiction book most early modern German history is extremely detailed and informative?
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Spoiler Alert: It's none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you're a sexy lady
But you walk around hither similar you wanna be someone else
Oh. It'south that she's sexy. Absurd, bro. Very original.
Word of communication? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Fifty-fifty if she doesn't, information technology really doesn't impact her day-to-day so much that you, a complete stranger, demand to shout it at her (even over a funky disco snare).
And then what if she does want to exist someone else? I'd beloved to exist someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would exist quite overnice. A good mode to spend a three-day weekend.
Sure, there'd exist an adjustment period... Photograph by Eamonn One thousand. McCormack/Getty Images.
And then later, of course, the narrator can't assistance himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty daughter, you lot should be smile
A girl like you should never look so blue.
He respects her so much, he's actually direct-up telling her to smiling! Much like Mars' graphic symbol "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah." Which, you know, I judge everybody's got a affair.
Yes, in the earth of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a strange woman and said woman existence and so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sex."
He then gain to talk to his potential lover like the world'due south creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, yous are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, y'all, you, you, yous are
You are my treasure, y'all are my treasure
Y'all are my treasure, yeah, you, you, you, yous are
By this bespeak, in his mind, she's a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose information technology could be worse, though. At to the lowest degree she's not just any thing.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That's ... something, right?
3. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Correct," by Bob Dylan
For equally long as humans have been dating each other, humans accept been breaking up with each other. And "Don't Think 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. Photo by William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here's why information technology sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no utilise to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don't know by now
And information technology ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the interruption of dawn
Wait out your window, and I'll exist gone
You're the reason I'thou a-traveling on
But don't think twice, it'due south all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa.
"Don't Remember Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful song. It'south the song your older sister played on continuous loop for six months afterward her boyfriend left for higher. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her bank-teller chore, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a wind chime store in Mendocino. The song your friend's cool dad e'er wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse ring over to his apartment to jam.
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Sure, information technology's virtually the end of a relationship, but it sounds romantic. And at the end of the day, shouldn't that be enough?
Here's why it'south actually sooooo messed up:
Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right way to call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a hard, honest discussion about what went wrong.
It'south not me, Joan. It's you lot. 100% you. Photo by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Think Twice," that give-and-take basically boils downwardly to: "It's your error."
Let's review the reasons the dude in "Don't Retrieve Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my middle, but she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, right? You're all like, "Babe, I only take so much unspecified love to give," and she's similar, "Accept out the trash!" And yous're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my eye be enough?" And she'south similar, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole house, fed the dog, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the calendar week. All I demand you to do is take out the trash." And y'all're like, "You're bumming me out. I'yard gonna go play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did yous do? Why is she trying to alter you? UGH!
You could have done amend, but I don't heed
Yes. You lot do mind! You heed! You wrote a song well-nigh information technology, you passive-ambitious prick.
Y'all just kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your time is and so precious! Remember about all the hours you wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human being partnership when yous could have been futzing around with that abode-mash kit.
Yes, this was worth it. Photograph by Pecker Bradford/Flickr.
The minute you start breaking information technology down, the message of "Don't Recall Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sister's ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in town for a while and now might be in jail. Similar your aunt's wind chime store, which would have airtight forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Like your friend's cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying child back up.
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Oh yeah, and the vocal's narrator also point-bare refers adult female he'south leaving every bit:
A child, I'm told
That's right. In addition to beingness a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he'southward as well possibly a pedophile.
Even if we are to accept that this is a metaphor and she's not actually a child — which there'due south no indication information technology is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly cull an immature partner reflects mode more poorly on him than information technology does on her.
Breaking up with anyone in such a cruel, dismissive style is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.
Which, I suppose, may be the betoken.
four. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by John Denver
Who has ii thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk song most hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per hour?
This guy. Photo past Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Eatables.
Here'southward why it sounds romantic:
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is a lovely song. And impressive in its loveliness because jet planes were even so kind of new at the time it was written.
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet aeroplane
To a modern ear, this would exist sort of like singing, "I'm a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," but in a way that's somehow yet folksy and heartbreaking and singable by 9-year-olds at summer camp. Not easy to practise!
Oh babe, I hate to become
You see — he hates to become! He just hates it! We know this, because he tells u.s. he hates it. And why would he hate to go if he didn't dear his partner but that much?
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Why indeed?
Here'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 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 like he hates existence abroad all that much:
There's so many times I've let you down
And so many times I've played around
I tell you at present, they don't mean a thing
"Babe, I hope! All the movies I watched alone while you were dwelling house 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 do! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. But residual assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"As empty equally this bed I merely finished having sexual practice with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yeah, when you intermission it down, "Leaving on a Jet Airplane," 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 upward about having to function from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited almost the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are you Zone ane? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad you lot were forced to choke downwards as you sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious adventure?
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He continues:
Ev'ry place I get, I'll think of y'all
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for yous
Ah absurd. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my dear is delicate as the forenoon dew" eyes at a waif-y grad pupil in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all.
And then he demands:
So buss me and smile for me
Tell me that you lot'll wait for me
Afterwards all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to be a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to look? To wait for him?
And here's the kicker:
When I come back, I'll bring your hymeneals band
Ah yeah. He'll put a ring on it. Finally.
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Unlike all the previous trips, where he'south cheated a billion times, tuckered the family unit depository financial institution account, and merely been a full general screwup and disappointment.
But 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 Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When you look up "soul" in the dictionary, the volume plays you a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photo past Cistron Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, information technology plays you the very first line.
Here's why it audio very romantic:
When a man loves a adult female
Sure, you can write the lyrics down, merely information technology doesn't fifty-fifty come up close to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:
WHEN A Human being LOVES A Adult female
Closer ... but even so no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing it, Percy Sledge!
It'due south an elemental lyric.
It's a heart-shattering lyric.
It'south a lyric that demands y'all put your back into it.
It'south perfection.
As long as you don't keep listening.
Hither's why the song is actually pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Human Loves a Adult female," we know that, at least on occasion, a man loves a woman.
Which raises the question: What happens when said human being loves said adult female?
He'd surrender all his comforts
And slumber out in the pelting
If she said that'southward the way
It ought to exist.
Whoa! OK. No. Dorsum upward. A human being, no affair how devoted, no thing how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a man will die of exposure and hypothermia.
Plough his dorsum on his best friend if he put her down.
No! Jeez. No. A man can't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A human needs friends! Once a human'southward whole support system erodes out from under him, a homo will be bitter, ungrounded, and lone. And a human'south mental health volition deteriorate.
I gave y'all everything I take
Tryin' to hold on to your heartless dearest
Baby, delight don't treat me bad.
This is non what happens "when a man loves a woman." It's what happens when a man loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An abusive adult female. A adult female who, in truth, only loves a woman. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photograph by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's non salubrious.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for you.
(Side note: Lest it go unsaid, there is way more one way for a homo to love a woman. Maybe they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Maybe they sleep in separate bedrooms. Mayhap they dress up in large, plush cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a man 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'due south no one-size-fits-all love solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Diverseness is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. There'southward more than ane way to pare a true cat. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, equally long as it's a metaphor. Photo by Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Point being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek assistance! Y'all can do this! And if yous ever find yourself in a similar situation, delight give these people a phone call.
vi. "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to Y'all," Heart
Honestly, Heart could sing a list of the most pop AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie'south Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World'south Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bark my eyes out in the artillery of a tall, dark stranger at the end of a pier.
This song is perfect. You should e'er be listening to it. If you're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it. Information technology's merely that important.
I am singing the phone volume. Yous are weeping like a tiny babe. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Eatables.
So much passion. So much pain. So much hair.
Hither'south why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Centre sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a primal tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared by every living beingness on Earth: picking up an unnervingly bonny man for i night of listen-blowing sexual activity and then releasing him back into the wild to bone — simply never quite as compellingly e'er again.
They sing:
Information technology was a rainy nighttime when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no glaze
Then I pulled up aslope and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smiling so we drove for a while
I don't have to go on because you know what happens adjacent, and it's awesome.
"I merely sit in this cabin. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photograph by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this song is non romantic at all:
The relationship in "All I Wanna Practise" seems as well good to be true. And it is. Because it's not an equally loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all.
It'southward a...
Information technology'south a...
Well. You know what it is:
Proficient at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo by 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 pelting
Fate, tell me it's correct, is this dear at kickoff sight?
Sure, many of united states might hesitate to pick upwards a foreign leather-jacket-clad human being standing on the side of the road for a no-strings-attached screw, but our narrator only has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, y'all gotta go with your gut.
I can respect that.
We made magic that nighttime
He did everything right
Cracking! Seems like information technology was a good decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.
But then, without warning, the vocal starts to sound less like an all-time great romance and more than like a story men's rights activists tell each other equally they vape around a bivouac:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
Nosotros walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you cartel
Just live in my retentiveness, you'll always be there"
I'm not a poet. Symbolic language ofttimes eludes me. But unless "bloom," "seed," "garden," and "tree," all of a sudden mean wildly different things in the context of human reproduction than they take since sex was starting time invented in the early-1970s, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Hullo! Photo by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to call up, "Maybe Heart meant something else past that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
Then information technology happened one day
We came circular the aforementioned mode
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
There are ii possibilities here.
One: 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 baby on the sly.
I said, "Please, please understand
Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.
I'm in love with some other man
Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no mode the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not 1 but two lives.
And what he couldn't give me, oh, no
Was the one little matter that you can"
A Man LIFE! A REAL SENTIENT HUMAN LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you lot 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 .
Merely ... information technology's not cute. Information technology'southward not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves hold).
And at the end of the 24-hour interval, the shadiest graphic symbol in this vocal is somehow not the pelting-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
Which... is saying something.
But there is a dear vocal that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable track in a sea of problematic faves.
A vocal that does everything right.
A song that paints a portrait of a good for you partnership built to final.
A vocal that can double as a manual for the ideal human romantic human relationship.
And that song is...
"Processed Store," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Here's why you might be — OK, almost definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (50) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
Every bit catchy as "Candy Shop" is, as fun it is to dance to, and as cathartic as information technology tin be to scream in the eye of a crowded fraternity firm at 2 a.m., there's no getting around the fact that the song begins like this:
I'll take 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 allow y'all lick the lollipop
Way to take one for the squad, narrator of "Processed Shop"!
At first glance, "Candy Shop" is nobody's idea of a classic love song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forrard. The beat out is kinda basic. The hook is like the music they play when Abu Nazir sidles scarily past in "Homeland."
OooooOOOOoooooOOOo. GIF from "Homeland."
Information technology doesn't become 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.
It'due south non a song you'd put on a mixtape for your vanquish. It's not a song yous'd play for your spouse when the kids are at abode with the babysitter and y'all've got nine hours to tear up the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly non a vocal y'all'd include on the video photo montage you made for your grandparents' silver anniversary.
It's merely not.
But it should be.
So hither information technology is. Here's why "Candy Store" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship song:
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The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It's only been 20 seconds, and you're already getting set to hang it up with "Processed Store."
But and so ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the grade of a female voice joining the rail, cutting through the din like a blaring call.
She sings:
I'll have you to the candy shop (yeah)
Boy, one gustatory modality of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll accept yous spendin' all yous got (come up on)
Continue going 'til you hitting the spot, whoa
It's mutual! It's mutual! They're performing oral sex on each other!
Band the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!
Get, cunnilingus doves, go! Photo by liz west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not be the world's greatest partner — for case, according to one of his exes, he'due south washed some pretty unforgivable things.
Merely the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets information technology:
You lot could have information technology your fashion, how do you want it?
Rather than merely 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 self-worth in y'all!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to treat you similar a chest full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Love to Yous," ("I'm going to trick you into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Shop" guy really asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the world of popular music, is proficient for about 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do information technology? The hotel? Back of the rental? The embankment? The park?
It'southward any you're into
'Cause consent is sexy!
I ain't finished teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Processed Shop" is certainly ... believing nigh his desires.
Only here's the fundamental thing: the lady on the receiving cease of those desires? She'southward clearly into information technology. And we know this because she says so.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are bright red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky order floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo past Grim23/Wikimedia Eatables.
Girl what we do ...
And where nosotros do ...
The things we do ...
Are just between me and you lot
No affair how nasty they freak, it volition exist intimate. It volition be private. There 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 exist a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of any relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very peradventure in the instance of "Candy Shop") minutes long.
She may have a high sex drive, but dude is graciously offering to accommodate her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids just might go the altitude after all.
And at the end of the 24-hour interval, what is a human relationship but 2 nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Thanks, Obamacare! Photo by Wonderlane/Flickr.
It's like it's a race who could go undressed quicker
Over again, everybody is having a dandy time. And, critically, an as great fourth dimension.
I touch on the right spot at the correct time
Of course, information technology wouldn't exist a pop/hip-hop hit without a spot of random braggadocio, but if we're to take him at his word, "Candy Store" guy is at least as good at "doing everything correct" as the bearding hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise baby nonsense.
The "Candy Shop" guy is a keeper. Because he'southward not a hero or a stranger in the nighttime or a funky, shimmering dear god. He's a good partner.
"Candy Shop" is raunchy. It's dirty. It'south not your grandmother'due south love vocal.
Merely when you strip away the swagger, the back beat, and the weird strings from "Best of Public Domain Middle Eastern Music 1993," past the cease of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the end of the 24-hour interval, isn't that what a healthy human relationship is all about?
Yep.
Uh-huh.
Photo by 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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