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Love songs are where nosotros get our passion, our soul — and about of our worst ideas.
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Throughout human history, oceans take been crossed, mountains have been scaled, and great families have blossomed — all because of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a centre and propelled information technology on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other manus, that time you told that daughter you but started seeing that you would "take hold of a grenade" for her? You did that considering of a love song. And information technology 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's only, my mom. You know? And L.A. is and so hot in the summertime. And yeah, my mom." Photograph via iStock.
That time you held that nail box over your head outside your ex's house? You lot did that because of a honey song. And l hours of community service later, you're still non 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 requite united states of america terrible, terrible ideas about how bodily, real-life human being relationships should piece of work.
They're amazing. So astonishing. And also terrible.
Hither are six love songs that sound romantic but aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic but totally is:
1. "God Only Knows," past The Beach Boys
You lot can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Go 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 melody. A tie-dye swirl of sound. A mural of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics e'er committed to the dorsum of a surfboard.
Youth! Youth! Youth! Photograph by Hulton Archive/Getty Images.
Hither'southward why it sounds romantic:
I may not always love you
But long equally there are stars above you
You lot never need to doubtfulness information technology
I'll brand you so certain about it
God only knows what I'd be without yous
If you're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your beloved and non playing "God Simply Knows" on your iPod, you lot should actually stop and start over.
If y'all're lazily bumping a embankment ball over a volleyball net and "God Merely Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the dorsum of your listen, y'all need to rethink the choices that got you to this indicate.
If you're a video editor compiling footage of grainy hippies frolicking in the mud and y'all're not underscoring it with the opening chords of "God Only Knows," y'all are doing it wrong.
Hippies, probable on their way to a mud frolic. Photo by Colin Davey/Getty Images.
It's a song that just feels like love. Pure love. Young dearest. Dearest with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be wrong with that?
Here's why it'due south 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 hair as they fall comatose while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
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But at that place is such a matter 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 nil to me
So what practiced would living practice me?
Look, I become it. Breakups suck. There'south no getting effectually that. Only good God.
There'south a huge difference between saying: "Hey baby, you are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if y'all go." And proverb: "Welp, yous accepted that job in Seattle, then I'm just gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and telephone call it a life."
But that's pretty much the gist here. Which makes this line...
God only knows what I'd be without you lot
...horror-picture show creepy. Because the answer, apparently, is: "I'd be a corpse!"
Ah well. We had a skillful run. Photo via iStock.
That'south non dear. That's codependency (to put it mildly). Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. Information technology's 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 basket. Sure, God may simply know what you'd be without her, but God probably also hopes y'all accept, I don't know, some hobbies. Take a yoga course. Google some woodworking videos. Endeavour kite surfing.
"Yeah! Hell aye! What was her proper name again?" Photo by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration.
1 person cannot be anyone's be-all and stop-all. It's as well stressful. And it prevents you from doing you lot, which is a thing that'due south gotta be done before you tin exercise anything else.
No wonder she took that job in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," by Bruno Mars
Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson vocal you've always heard. Only, nosotros don't accept Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts become, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face. That face! Photograph by Brothers Le/Flickr.
Here's why the song sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you are
Beloved, you lot're my gilded star
You know you can make my wish come truthful
If you let me treasure you lot
If you permit me treasure you lot
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an 8th-form make-out party and you'll probable go an instant toll pass on the highway to tongue-town (ew).
Laissez passer them to your spouse and, chances are, date dark is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-yet-passionate frenching.
Pass them to a cop who pulls you over for running a stop sign, and they will think you're weird — but probably withal make out with y'all.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this vocal.
This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and you're on phase with Michelle Obama. Photograph by Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'chiliad OK with that.
Only, here's why "Treasure" isn't as romantic equally information technology seems:
Everything about "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 kickoff fourth dimension we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things showtime to go south correct from the very outset:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, babe
I gotta tell you a niggling something nigh yourself
Ah yeah. Nothing screams "respect" quite similar a man lecturing a foreign woman on the street well-nigh something she "doesn't know about herself."
What could it be? Could it exist that her jokes are funny? Could it exist that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book most early on modern German language history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thanks for pedagogy me all about Martin Luther's bible!" Photo by Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Commons.
Spoiler Alert: It'southward none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you're a sexy lady
But y'all walk effectually here like you wanna be someone else
Oh. It'due south that she's sexy. Absurd, bro. Very original.
Give-and-take of advice? Regardless of how she'south walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Fifty-fifty if she doesn't, it actually doesn't affect her day-to-24-hour interval so much that you, a complete stranger, need to shout information technology at her (even over a funky disco snare).
So what if she does desire to be someone else? I'd dear to be someone else! I retrieve beingness Ryan Gosling would be quite nice. A good way to spend a 3-twenty-four hour period weekend.
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And so later, of course, the narrator can't assist himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty daughter, you should be smile
A daughter like you should never look and then blue.
He respects her and then much, he'south actually straight-up telling her to smile! Much similar Mars' grapheme "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "striking [their] hallelujah." Which, you know, I gauge everybody's got a thing.
Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy human relationship is an unending stream of a homo complimenting a strange woman and said woman being so 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
You are my treasure, yeah, you, you, you, you are
You lot are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, aye, you, you, you, y'all are
By this point, in his heed, she's a literal affair. An object. Which is plumbing equipment.
I suppose it could exist worse, though. At to the lowest degree she'due south not only any thing.
GIF from "The Two Towers."
That's ... something, right?
three. "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," by Bob Dylan
For as long equally humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking up with each other. And "Don't Call up Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is adept at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photo by William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Hither's why information technology sounds romantic:
Well, information technology ain't no employ to sit and wonder why, babe
Fifty-fifty y'all don't know by at present
And it ain't no utilize to sit down and wonder why, infant
Information technology'll never practice somehow
When your rooster crows at the suspension of dawn
Expect out your window, and I'll exist gone
You're the reason I'grand a-traveling on
But don't think twice, it's all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa.
"Don't Think Twice" is a raw vocal. An honest song. A powerful song. It's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for six months later on her boyfriend left for college. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her bank-teller task, load her iv Australian shepherds into the van, and open up a current of air chime store in Mendocino. The song your friend's cool dad always wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse band over to his flat to jam.
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Sure, it'due south well-nigh the end of a relationship, but it sounds romantic. And at the terminate of the day, shouldn't that be enough?
Here'southward why it's really sooooo messed up:
Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no correct way to phone call it quits with someone, when the grit settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest discussion about what went wrong.
It's non me, Joan. Information technology's you. 100% you. Photograph by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Retrieve Twice," that discussion basically boils down to: "It's your error."
Allow's review the reasons the dude in "Don't Call back Twice" is splitting with his lady friend:
I gave her my centre, but she wanted my soul
Ugh, women, right? You're all similar, "Babe, I just have and then much unspecified honey to requite," and she'southward like, "Take out the trash!" And you're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my heart be enough?" And she'southward similar, "No, seriously. I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole firm, fed the dog, did the dishes, and fabricated both of our lunches for the week. All I need you to practise is take out the trash." And you're like, "You're aimless me out. I'1000 gonna go play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did y'all do? Why is she trying to change you lot? UGH!
You could have done better, only I don't mind
Yes. You do listen! Yous heed! You wrote a vocal about it, you lot passive-aggressive prick.
You just kinda wasted my precious fourth dimension
Ah aye. Your fourth dimension is so precious! Think about all the hours you wasted plumbing the body of water-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when you could have been futzing around with that habitation-brew kit.
Yeah, this was worth it. Photo by Bill Bradford/Flickr.
The minute you kickoff breaking information technology down, the bulletin of "Don't Remember Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Similar your sister's ex-swain, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in town for a while and now might exist in jail. Like your aunt's air current chime store, which would have closed forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s. Like your friend'due south cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically, paying kid support.
"You kids want a beer? No one's nether 13, right?" Photograph via iStock.
Oh aye, and the vocal's narrator besides bespeak-blank refers woman he'south leaving as:
A kid, I'm told
That'southward correct. In improver to beingness a run-of-the-manufactory passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he's also possibly a pedophile.
Fifty-fifty if nosotros are to accept that this is a metaphor and she'south not actually a kid — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly cull an young partner reflects way more poorly on him than it does on her.
Breaking up with anyone in such a barbarous, dismissive way is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.
Which, I suppose, may be the point.
iv. "Leaving on a Jet Plane," by John Denver
Who has two thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk song nigh hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per hr?
This guy. Photo past Hughes Television Network/Wikimedia Commons.
Here'southward 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'one thousand leavin' on a jet plane
To a modern ear, this would be sort of like singing, "I'm a scoooting abroad on my hoverboooooard," simply in a mode that's somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable past nine-year-olds at summertime campsite. Non piece of cake to do!
Oh babe, I hate to go
Yous see — he hates to go! He just hates information technology! We know this, because he tells us he hates it. And why would he hate to become if he didn't dearest his partner just that much?
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Why indeed?
Here'south why it's really not that romantic at all:
All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world can merely distract and so much from the fact that the song's primary character is well, kind of a jerkweed.
And in reality — surprise surprise! — it doesn't actually seem similar he hates being away all that much:
There's then many times I've allow you down
So many times I've played around
I tell y'all now, they don't hateful a thing
"Babe, I promise! 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. Similar, I had a fantastic time. But residue bodacious — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"As empty every bit this bed I just finished having sexual activity with someone else in." Photograph via iStock.
Aye, when you break it down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to honey overcoming distance and more the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he's "skilful" despite all evidence to the contrary.
And for all he claims to exist cleaved upwards about having to role from his 1 and only, the dude seems pretty excited virtually the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet plane, are you? Are you Zone i? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad y'all were forced to choke down as you sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious adventure?
"Life so hard @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photo past Gesalbte/Wikimedia Commons.
He continues:
Ev'ry place I go, I'll think of you
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my love is frail as the morn dew" eyes at a waif-y grad student in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all.
Then he demands:
So kiss me and smiling for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
After all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to exist a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to wait? To wait for him?
And here's the kicker:
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding band
Ah yeah. He'll put a band on it. Finally.
"Ehhhhhhh...." Photo via iStock.
Unlike all the previous trips, where he'due south cheated a billion times, tuckered the family depository financial institution account, and merely been a general screwup and thwarting.
But yeah. This time he says he'll bring back a wedding band.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks back.
5. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When you look up "soul" in the dictionary, the book plays you a recording of this vocal.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photograph by Factor Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, information technology plays y'all the very first line.
Hither'south why it sound very romantic:
When a human loves a adult female
Sure, you lot can write the lyrics down, but it doesn't even come up close to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:
WHEN A Homo LOVES A Adult female
Closer ... but still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yeah! Sing it, Percy Sledge!
It'due south an elemental lyric.
Information technology'due south a heart-shattering lyric.
Information technology'due south a lyric that demands you put your back into information technology.
It's perfection.
As long as you don't go along listening.
Here's why the song is actually pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Human being Loves a Woman," we know that, at least on occasion, a human loves a adult female.
Which raises the question: What happens when said man loves said woman?
He'd give up all his comforts
And slumber out in the rain
If she said that's the way
It ought to be.
Whoa! OK. No. Support. A human, no affair how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a human being volition die of exposure and hypothermia.
Turn his back on his best friend if he put her downwards.
No! Jeez. No. A man can't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A man needs friends! One time a man'southward whole support system erodes out from under him, a man will be biting, ungrounded, and alone. And a human's mental health will deteriorate.
I gave y'all everything I have
Tryin' to concord on to your heartless love
Baby, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman." It'south what happens when a human being loves a decision-making, manipulative adult female. An abusive adult female. A woman who, in truth, only loves a woman. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photo by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's not salubrious.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're here for y'all.
(Side note: Lest it become implied, there is way more than than one way for a man to dearest a woman. Mayhap they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Maybe they slumber in split up bedrooms. Maybe they dress upward 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 adult female 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's no 1-size-fits-all dear solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. There's more than i way to skin a cat. A spoonful of saccharide helps the medicine go down.
It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, equally long every bit it'due south a metaphor. Photo past Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Indicate being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And delight, seek aid! You can do this! And if you ever detect yourself in a like situation, please requite these people a call.
vi. "All I Wanna Exercise is Make Love to Yous," Heart
Honestly, Middle could sing a listing of the most pop AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/Globe's Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would make me want to bawl my eyes out in the arms of a tall, dark stranger at the end of a pier.
This song is perfect. Y'all should ever be listening to it. If you're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it. It's just that important.
I am singing the phone book. You are weeping like a tiny infant. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
Then much passion. Then much pain. So much hair.
Hither's why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a primal tribute to the 1 true romantic fantasy shared by every living being on Globe: picking up an unnervingly attractive man for 1 night of mind-blowing sexual activity and then releasing him back into the wild to os — simply never quite as compellingly always again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Continuing by the route, no umbrella, no glaze
So I pulled up alongside and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we collection for a while
I don't take to go on because y'all know what happens adjacent, and information technology's crawly.
"I just sit in this motel. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photo past Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
At present, here's why this song is not romantic at all:
The human relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems also good to be true. And information technology is. Considering it'due south non an as loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all.
It's a...
Information technology'southward a...
Well. You know what information technology is:
Good at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photograph by Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are bustling along merely fine, like whatsoever wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:
I didn't ask him his proper name, this alone boy in the rain
Fate, tell me it'south right, is this love at first sight?
Certain, many of us might hesitate to pick up a strange leather-jacket-clad man standing on the side of the route for a no-strings-attached screw, but our narrator just has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, you gotta go with your gut.
I tin respect that.
We made magic that night
He did everything correct
Groovy! Seems like information technology was a good determination. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off large time.
But so, without warning, the song starts to audio less like an all-fourth dimension great romance and more like a story men's rights activists tell each other as they vape around a campfire:
I told him "I am the flower, you are the seed
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you cartel
Only live in my memory, you'll always be there"
I'chiliad not a poet. Symbolic language ofttimes eludes me. But unless "bloom," "seed," "garden," and "tree," of a sudden mean wildly unlike things in the context of human being reproduction than they have since sex was first invented in the early-1970s, we're talking near a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Howdy! Photo by Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc., etc., etc. You might be tempted to retrieve, "Possibly Heart meant something else by that."
To that I say, no, they definitely meant it:
And so it happened ane day
Nosotros came circular the aforementioned way
You can imagine his surprise
When he saw his ain eyes
At that place are 2 possibilities here.
One: The narrator of the song is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York Metropolis subway ad from nine years agone:
Photo past eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping upwards a infant on the sly.
I said, "Please, delight understand
Ah, sure. Aye. No worries.
I'm in dear with another man
Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no mode the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not one simply two lives.
And what he couldn't requite me, oh, no
Was the 1 little affair that yous can"
A Homo LIFE! A REAL SENTIENT HUMAN LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The all-time you tin say about that is that information technology's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket homo probably should have been responsible for his own nascency control. Or, at the very least, asked more questions .
But ... it's not cute. It's not romantic (even the Wilson sisters themselves concord).
And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this vocal is somehow not the pelting-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
Which... is proverb something.
But there is a beloved song 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 healthy partnership built to last.
A song that tin can double as a manual for the ideal human romantic relationship.
And that vocal is...
"Candy Shop," by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia
Here's why y'all might be — OK, almost definitely are — skeptical:
l Cent (50) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
As catchy as "Processed Shop" is, as fun it is to trip the light fantastic to, and as cathartic as it tin can be to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity business firm at 2 a.m., there's no getting around the fact that the vocal begins like this:
I'll take yous to the processed shop
I'll allow you lick the lollipop
I'll mail service that once again, in case you missed some of the nuance:
I'll take you lot to the processed store
I'll let y'all lick the lollipop
Way to take one for the team, narrator of "Processed Shop"!
At outset glance, "Candy Shop" is nobody's thought of a classic beloved song.
The lyrics are ... unusually forward. The beat 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 become played much anymore. When it does resurface, it feels ... kinda dated. Similar watching that DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Burn down" on your new Xbox 360.
It's not a vocal you'd put on a mixtape for your shell. It's not a song yous'd play for your spouse when the kids are at domicile with the babysitter and you've got nine hours to tear up the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly non a song you'd include on the video photo montage you fabricated for your grandparents' silver anniversary.
It's just not.
Only information technology should be.
Then here it is. Hither's why "Processed Store" past l Cent, featuring Olivia, is really the perfect human relationship song:
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The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It'southward only been 20 seconds, and y'all're already getting ready to hang it up with "Processed Shop."
But then ... over the foursquare thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the course of a female person vox joining the track, cutting through the din like a blaring call.
She sings:
I'll take you lot to the candy shop (yeah)
Male child, ane gustation of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have you lot spendin' all yous got (come on)
Keep going 'til you striking 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!
Go, cunnilingus doves, go! Photograph by liz west/Flickr.
50 Cent himself may not be the earth's greatest partner — for example, co-ordinate to one of his exes, he'south done some pretty unforgivable things.
Merely the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets it:
Yous could have it your way, how do you want information technology?
Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Merely Knows ("I'm going to invest my entire sense of self-worth in you!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'grand going to treat you like a chest full of gold doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You," ("I'grand going to trick 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 proficient for about 50,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to exercise it? The hotel? Back of the rental? The embankment? The park?
It's whatever you're into
'Crusade consent is sexy!
I ain't finished instruction you lot 'tour how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Candy Store" is certainly ... assertive almost his desires.
But here's the central affair: the lady on the receiving stop of those desires? She's clearly into information technology. And we know this because she says so.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are vivid ruby-red, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky lodge floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is exterior trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo by Grim23/Wikimedia Eatables.
Girl what we practise ...
And where we do ...
The things we do ...
Are merely betwixt me and yous
No matter how nasty they freak, information technology will be intimate. It volition be private. There will exist no revenge porn (the epilogue to "Blurred Lines," to wit, would definitely exist a protracted, emotionally devastating lawsuit).
If y'all be a nympho, I'll exist a nympho
Sexual compatibility is key to the survival of any human relationship, whether years, weeks, or (very perchance in the example of "Candy Store") minutes long.
She may accept a high sexual activity drive, only dude is graciously offer to arrange her. What a gentleman! These crazy kids but might go the distance after all.
And at the stop of the day, what is a human relationship only two nymphos, sharing health insurance?
Cheers, Obamacare! Photo past Wonderlane/Flickr.
Information technology's like information technology'southward a race who could go undressed quicker
Again, everybody is having a great time. And, critically, an equally cracking fourth dimension.
I bear on the correct spot at the correct time
Of grade, it wouldn't be a popular/hip-hop hitting without a spot of random humbug, just if nosotros're to accept him at his word, "Processed Store" guy is at least as good at "doing everything right" as the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise babe nonsense.
The "Processed Store" guy is a keeper. Because he's non a hero or a stranger in the nighttime or a funky, shimmering beloved god. He'south a good partner.
"Candy Shop" is raunchy. It'south muddy. Information technology's not your grandmother'due south love song.
But when you strip away the swagger, the back crush, and the weird strings from "All-time of Public Domain Center Eastern Music 1993," by the finish of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the stop of the day, isn't that what a healthy relationship is all near?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
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And 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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