You Make Me Feel Theres a Part of Me That I Wanna Get Back Again
Love songs are where we get our passion, our soul — and about of our worst ideas.
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Throughout human history, oceans accept been crossed, mountains have been scaled, and bully families accept blossomed — all considering of a few elementary chords and a tune that inflamed a heart and propelled information technology on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other hand, that time you told that girl you just started seeing that you would "catch a grenade" for her? Y'all did that considering of a honey song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she of a sudden decided to "lose your number" and movement back to Milwaukee to "effigy some stuff out."
"It'due south but, my mom. Y'all know? And Fifty.A. is so hot in the summertime. And aye, my mom." Photo via iStock.
That time y'all held that nail box over your head outside your ex'southward house? You lot did that because of a dear song. And 50 hours of customs service later, you're still not back together.
Dear songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire us to take risks and put our feelings on the line. And they give u.s.a. terrible, terrible ideas nigh how actual, existent-life human relationships should work.
They're amazing. So astonishing. And also terrible.
Here are six dearest songs that sound romantic but aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic but totally is:
i. "God But Knows," past The Beach Boys
You can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."
When it comes to The Embankment Boys, "God Merely Knows" is where information technology'due south at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. 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.
Youth! Youth! Youth! Photograph by Hulton Archive/Getty Images.
Here'due south why it sounds romantic:
I may not always love you lot
But long as there are stars in a higher place you
You lot never demand to dubiety it
I'll make you then sure most it
God only knows what I'd exist without you
If you're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your dearest and not playing "God Only Knows" on your iPod, you should really stop and commencement over.
If you lot're lazily bumping a beach ball over a volleyball cyberspace and "God Only Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the dorsum of your mind, you need to rethink the choices that got you to this point.
If you lot're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and you lot're non underscoring information technology with the opening chords of "God Only Knows," y'all are doing information technology wrong.
Hippies, likely on their fashion to a mud frolic. Photo past Colin Davey/Getty Images.
It'southward a song that just feels like love. Pure honey. Young love. Love with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be 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-height notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their hair every bit they fall asleep while you 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.
But there is such a matter as loving someone a skosh too much.
If yous should always leave me
Though life would still proceed believe me
The globe could show nada to me
So what good would living exercise me?
Await, I get it. Breakups suck. There's no getting around that. But skilful God.
There's a huge difference between proverb: "Hey babe, you lot are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if yous go." And saying: "Welp, y'all accustomed that task in Seattle, so I'm but gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call it a life."
But that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God just knows what I'd exist without you
...horror-movie creepy. Considering the respond, evidently, is: "I'd be a corpse!"
Ah well. We had a skillful run. Photograph 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's a form of emotional abuse.
Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in whatever relationship — i that, past definition, might one day end — is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Sure, God may but know what you'd be without her, merely God probably besides hopes you lot have, I don't know, some hobbies. Take a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.
"Yes! Hell aye! What was her name again?" Photo by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration.
One person cannot exist anyone's be-all and end-all. Information technology'southward too stressful. And it prevents yous from doing you lot, which is a thing that's gotta be done before yous tin can do anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," by Bruno Mars
Sure, information technology's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song you've always heard. Just, we don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts become, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face. That face! Photo by Brothers Le/Flickr.
Here's why the song sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you lot are
Dearest, you're my golden star
You know y'all tin can brand my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If you let me treasure yous
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-form make-out party and you'll likely go an instant cost laissez passer on the highway to tongue-town (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date dark is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-nevertheless-passionate frenching.
Pass them to a cop who pulls you over for running a stop sign, and they will think y'all're weird — only probably notwithstanding make out with y'all.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because 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.
But, here's why "Treasure" isn't as romantic as information technology seems:
Everything about "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes most gender.
"Children, have I always told you lot what I shouted at your mother on the street the first time we met?" Photograph past Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things start to become south right from the very start:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby
I gotta tell yous a niggling something about yourself
Ah aye. Aught screams "respect" quite like a man lecturing a strange adult female on the street most something she "doesn't know well-nigh herself."
What could it be? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could it be that she'southward got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book about early mod German history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thanks for pedagogy me all about Martin Luther's bible!" Photograph past Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Eatables.
Spoiler Alarm: It'due south none of those.
Y'all're wonderful, flawless, ooh, yous're a sexy lady
But y'all walk around hither similar you wanna be someone else
Oh. It's that she'due south sexy. Absurd, bro. Very original.
Word of advice? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she'south sexy. Even if she doesn't, information technology really doesn't affect her day-to-day so much that you lot, a complete stranger, need to shout information technology at her (even over a funky disco snare).
And so what if she does desire to be someone else? I'd love to be someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would exist quite nice. A good mode to spend a three-mean solar day weekend.
Sure, at that place'd be an adjustment period... Photo by Eamonn G. McCormack/Getty Images.
Then subsequently, of course, the narrator can't help himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty daughter, y'all should exist smiling
A girl like you should never expect so blue.
He respects her and then much, he's actually straight-upward telling her to smile! Much like Mars' grapheme "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hitting [their] hallelujah." Which, yous know, I guess everybody's got a affair.
Yes, in the earth of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a strange adult female and said woman being then totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sex."
He then proceeds to talk to his potential lover like the world'southward creepiest pirate:
You are my treasure, you lot are my treasure
Yous are my treasure, yeah, y'all, you, you lot, y'all are
Yous are my treasure, you lot are my treasure
You are my treasure, aye, you, you, y'all, yous are
By this indicate, in his mind, she'southward a literal affair. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose it could be worse, though. At least she'southward non just whatsoever thing.
GIF from "The Ii Towers."
That's ... something, right?
3. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," by Bob Dylan
For as long as humans take been dating each other, humans take been breaking upwardly 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'due south why it sounds romantic:
Well, information technology ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don't know by at present
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, infant
Information technology'll never practice somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'k a-traveling on
But don't think twice, information technology'south all right.
Blast. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation similar whoa.
"Don't Think Twice" is a raw song. An honest song. A powerful song. It's the song your older sis played on continuous loop for 6 months after her swain left for college. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her bank-teller task, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a air current chime shop in Mendocino. The vocal your friend'south cool dad always wants to play when he invited your high school ring over to his apartment to jam.
"What timbre are you looking for?" Photograph by Sharon Ang/Pixabay.
Sure, information technology's about the terminate of a relationship, merely it sounds romantic. And at the end of the twenty-four hour period, shouldn't that be plenty?
Hither's why it's actually sooooo messed up:
Relationships finish. For a lot of reasons. And while in that location is no right way to call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly do good from a difficult, honest discussion about what went wrong.
It's not me, Joan. It'south you. 100% you. Photograph by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Think Twice," that discussion basically boils down to: "It'southward your mistake."
Let'due south review the reasons the dude in "Don't Remember 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 take and then much unspecified love to give," and she's like, "Take out the trash!" And you're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my heart exist enough?" And she's similar, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole firm, fed the dog, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the week. All I need y'all to do is take out the trash." And you're like, "You lot're bumming me out. I'thousand gonna become play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did you do? Why is she trying to change you lot? UGH!
You could have done better, simply I don't mind
Yes. You exercise mind! Yous mind! Yous wrote a vocal about information technology, you passive-aggressive prick.
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your time is so precious! Call back nigh all the hours you wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when you could have been futzing around with that home-brew kit.
Yes, this was worth it. Photograph past Bill Bradford/Flickr.
The minute you lot offset breaking it downwards, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sister's ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in boondocks for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt'due south current of air chinkle store, which would have closed forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Like your friend's absurd dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying child support.
"You lot kids want a beer? No one's under 13, right?" Photo via iStock.
Oh yeah, and the song's narrator also signal-blank refers adult female he's leaving as:
A child, I'grand told
That's correct. In addition to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive wiggle — turns out, he's also possibly a pedophile.
Even if we are to accept that this is a metaphor and she'south not actually a kid — which there'due south no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an immature partner reflects way more than poorly on him than information technology 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 bespeak.
four. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," 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 60 minutes?
This guy. Photo by Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here's why information technology sounds romantic:
"Leaving on a Jet Airplane" is a lovely song. And impressive in its loveliness considering jet planes were still kind of new at the fourth dimension it was written.
'Crusade I'm leavin' on a jet aeroplane
To a modern ear, this would be sort of similar singing, "I'k a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," but in a way that'due south somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable by 9-yr-olds at summer camp. Not easy to do!
Oh baby, I hate to become
You come across — he hates to get! He just hates information technology! Nosotros know this, considering he tells us he hates information technology. And why would he hate to go if he didn't dear his partner only that much?
See ya! Photo by Altair78/Wikimedia Commons.
Why indeed?
Here's why information technology's actually non that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the earth can only distract so much from the fact that the vocal's principal character is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — information technology doesn't actually seem like he hates beingness away all that much:
There'south and then many times I've let y'all down
Then many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
"Babe, I promise! All the movies I watched lonely while y'all were domicile 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. Only rest assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"Every bit empty as this bed I just finished having sex with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yep, when you break it 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 "good" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to be broken up most having to part from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited almost the flight. Oh, yous're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are you Zone one? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad you were forced to asphyxiate down as yous sat waiting to commence on your fun, mysterious adventure?
"Life so hard @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photo by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Eatables.
He continues:
Ev'ry place I go, I'll call back of y'all
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah absurd. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my love is delicate as the forenoon dew" eyes at a waif-y grad educatee in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all.
So he demands:
So osculation me and smiling for me
Tell me that you'll look for me
Later all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to be a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he nonetheless has the gall to tell her to expect? To wait for him?
And hither'southward the kicker:
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring
Ah yes. He'll put a ring on it. Finally.
"Ehhhhhhh...." Photograph via iStock.
Different all the previous trips, where he's cheated a billion times, drained the family bank account, and merely been a general screwup and disappointment.
But yeah. This time he says he'll bring back a hymeneals band.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks back.
five. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When yous expect upwardly "soul" in the dictionary, the book plays you lot a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photograph by Gene Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, it plays you the very offset line.
Here's why it sound very romantic:
When a human loves a woman
Certain, you tin write the lyrics down, but information technology doesn't even come up shut to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The succulent, delicious hurting-belting:
WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN
Closer ... but still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing information technology, Percy Sledge!
It's an elemental lyric.
It'due south a heart-shattering lyric.
Information technology's a lyric that demands you put your back into it.
It's perfection.
Every bit long as you don't keep listening.
Here'due south 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 homo loves said adult female?
He'd surrender all his comforts
And sleep out in the pelting
If she said that'south the fashion
Information technology ought to be.
Whoa! OK. No. Back upwardly. A man, no affair how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in dearest, needs shelter. Otherwise, a human 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 man's whole support organization erodes out from nether him, a human being will be bitter, ungrounded, and lonely. And a homo's mental wellness will deteriorate.
I gave you everything I have
Tryin' to hold on to your heartless love
Babe, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It'southward what happens when a homo loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An abusive woman. A adult female who, in truth, only loves a woman. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photo by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's not healthy.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for y'all.
(Side note: Lest it go unsaid, there is fashion more than one fashion for a man to love a woman. Mayhap they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the olfactory organ. Perhaps they slumber in separate bedrooms. Perhaps they dress up in big, 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 adult female. 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'south no one-size-fits-all love solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. At that place'southward more one style to skin a true cat. A spoonful of carbohydrate helps the medicine get down.
It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, every bit long as it'southward a metaphor. Photo by Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Bespeak being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek help! You can do this! And if you ever detect yourself in a like situation, please give these people a phone call.
6. "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Love to You," Centre
Honestly, Centre could sing a list of the almost popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/World's Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my eyes out in the artillery of a tall, night stranger at the cease of a pier.
This song is perfect. You should always be listening to information technology. If you're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it. It'due south just that of import.
I am singing the telephone book. You are weeping like a tiny baby. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
And so much passion. And then much pain. So much hair.
Here'southward why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring tune, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a key tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared past every living being on World: picking upwardly an unnervingly attractive homo for ane nighttime of mind-blowing sexual activity and then releasing him back into the wild to bone — just never quite as compellingly ever again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the route, no umbrella, no glaze
And then I pulled upwardly aslope and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a grinning so we drove for a while
I don't have to go along because y'all know what happens next, and it's awesome.
"I just sit in this motel. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photo by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this song is not romantic at all:
The relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems too good to be true. And it is. Because information technology'south not an as loving ,or even equally brawny, pairing at all.
Information technology'southward a...
It's a...
Well. You lot know what information technology is:
Good at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo by Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are bustling along but fine, similar any wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:
I didn't ask him his proper noun, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate, tell me information technology's right, is this love at get-go sight?
Certain, many of us might hesitate to pick upwards a strange leather-jacket-clad homo 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, you gotta become with your gut.
I can respect that.
We made magic that night
He did everything correct
Bang-up! Seems like it was a good decision. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.
Only then, without warning, the song starts to audio less similar an all-time great romance and more similar a story men's rights activists tell each other every bit they vape around a bivouac:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
Nosotros walked in the garden, nosotros planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare
Just live in my retentivity, you'll always exist there"
I'm non a poet. Symbolic linguistic communication oftentimes eludes me. Merely unless "flower," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly dissimilar things in the context of human being reproduction than they have since sex was get-go invented in the early on-1970s, we're talking virtually a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
HELLO! Photo by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Eatables.
Of grade, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to think, "Maybe Heart meant something else by that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
And then information technology happened i day
Nosotros came circular the same manner
Yous can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
There are two possibilities hither.
One: The narrator of the vocal is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway ad from 9 years agone:
Photograph by eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping upwards a baby on the sly.
I said, "Please, please understand
Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.
I'grand in dear with some other man
Cool, and then this all makes sense and is in no way the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has at present wrecked not one only two lives.
And what he couldn't give me, oh, no
Was the ane niggling matter that you can"
A Homo LIFE! A Real SENTIENT Human LIFE THAT IS Non INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you can say virtually that is that it's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should take been responsible for his ain nascency control. Or, at the very least, asked more than questions .
Simply ... it'southward non beautiful. It's not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves agree).
And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this song is somehow not the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the nighttime.
Which... is saying something.
But there is a honey vocal that is truly, madly, deeply perfect. An unassailable rail in a sea of problematic faves.
A song that does everything right.
A vocal that paints a portrait of a good for you partnership congenital to last.
A song that can double as a transmission for the ideal human romantic relationship.
And that song is...
"Candy Shop," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Hither'southward why you might be — OK, almost definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (50) and that guy. Yous 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 every bit it tin can exist to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity business firm at 2 a.m., there's no getting effectually the fact that the song begins like this:
I'll accept you to the processed shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
I'll post that once more, in instance you missed some of the nuance:
I'll accept you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Way to take i for the team, narrator of "Candy Shop"!
At commencement glance, "Candy Store" is nobody'due south idea of a archetype love song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The shell 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, it feels ... kinda dated. Similar watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" on your new Xbox 360.
Information technology's non a song y'all'd put on a mixtape for your vanquish. Information technology'due south not a song yous'd play for your spouse when the kids are at domicile with the babysitter and yous've got ix hours to tear upwardly the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It'due south certainly not a vocal you'd include on the video photo montage you lot made for your grandparents' silvery ceremony.
It'due south simply not.
Only information technology should be.
And then here it is. Here'due south why "Processed Shop" by fifty Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship song:
Yous wanna back that thing up or should I push upwardly on it? Photo by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The vocalizer starts filling out his fellatio permission skid. It'due south only been 20 seconds, and you're already getting ready to hang it upward with "Candy Store."
But and so ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the form of a female person phonation joining the rails, cut through the din like a blaring telephone call.
She sings:
I'll take you to the processed shop (yeah)
Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have yous spendin' all you got (come up on)
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
It'south mutual! It's mutual! They're performing oral sex on each other!
Ring the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, go! Photo by liz west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may non be the earth's greatest partner — for case, according to one of his exes, he's done some pretty unforgivable things.
But the narrator of "Processed Store"? He gets it:
Y'all could accept information technology your mode, how practise you want it?
Rather than simply 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 you lot!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to treat you like a chest full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Exercise is Brand Love to Yous," ("I'thousand going to trick you into knocking me up!") — the "Candy Shop" guy really asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the globe of popular music, is good for about fifty,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to do it? The hotel? Back of the rental? The embankment? The park?
It'south 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 ... assertive about his desires.
Only here'south the primal affair: the lady on the receiving finish of those desires? She'south clearly into information technology. And we know this because she says and so.
The lines of consent in "Processed Shop" are brilliant cherry, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky guild floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is outside trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo past Grim23/Wikimedia Commons.
Daughter what nosotros practise ...
And where nosotros do ...
The things nosotros do ...
Are just between me and you
No thing 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 be a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of whatever relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very perchance in the instance of "Candy Shop") minutes long.
She may have a high sex activity drive, but dude is graciously offer to accommodate her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids just might get the distance after all.
And at the terminate of the twenty-four hours, what is a relationship but two nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Thank you, Obamacare! Photograph by Wonderlane/Flickr.
It'southward like it'south a race who could become undressed quicker
Again, everybody is having a great time. And, critically, an every bit great time.
I touch the right spot at the right time
Of class, it wouldn't be a popular/hip-hop striking without a spot of random braggadocio, but if we're to take him at his give-and-take, "Candy Shop" guy is at to the lowest degree as good at "doing everything right" every bit the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to Y'all" — except without all the creepy surprise baby nonsense.
The "Candy Store" guy is a keeper. Because he's not a hero or a stranger in the night or a funky, shimmering love god. He'south a good partner.
"Candy Store" is raunchy. It's dirty. It's non your grandmother's love vocal.
Simply when you strip abroad the swagger, the back vanquish, and the weird strings from "Best of Public Domain Eye Eastern Music 1993," by the end of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the end of the 24-hour interval, isn't that what a healthy relationship is all well-nigh?
Aye.
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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