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Love songs are where nosotros go our passion, our soul — and most of our worst ideas.
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Throughout human history, oceans take been crossed, mountains have been scaled, and not bad families accept blossomed — all considering of a few simple chords and a melody that inflamed a center and propelled it on a noble, romantic mission.
On the other manus, that time you told that daughter y'all only started seeing that you would "catch a grenade" for her? You did that because of a love song. And it wasn't exactly a coincidence that she suddenly decided to "lose your number" and move back to Milwaukee to "effigy some stuff out."
"It's just, my mom. You know? And 50.A. is so hot in the summer. And yes, my mom." Photo via iStock.
That time you held that boom box over your head exterior your ex's business firm? You did that considering of a love song. And l hours of customs service afterward, you're however non back together.
Dearest songs are great. They make our hearts beat faster. They inspire u.s. to take risks and put our feelings on the line. And they requite united states terrible, terrible ideas almost how bodily, real-life human relationships should work.
They're amazing. So astonishing. And too terrible.
Here are six beloved songs that sound romantic merely aren't, and one song that doesn't sound romantic simply totally is:
one. "God Just Knows," past The Beach Boys
You can keep your "Surfin' Safaris," your "I Get Arounds," and your "Help me Rhondas."
When information technology comes to The Beach Boys, "God Only Knows" is where it'south at. A lush garden of soft horns and breezy melody. A necktie-dye swirl of audio. A landscape of haunted innocence with some of the most heartrending lyrics always committed to the dorsum of a surfboard.
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Here'southward why information technology sounds romantic:
I may not always love you
But long equally there are stars above you
Yous never need to doubt it
I'll make yous so certain most it
God just knows what I'd be without you
If yous're traipsing through a meadow in a sundress with your beloved and not playing "God Just Knows" on your iPod, you should really stop and start over.
If y'all're lazily bumping a beach ball over a volleyball net and "God Just Knows" isn't playing somewhere in the dorsum of your mind, you need to rethink the choices that got y'all to this point.
If you'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," you are doing it wrong.
Hippies, likely on their way to a mud frolic. Photo by Colin Davey/Getty Images.
Information technology's a song that just feels like love. Pure love. Young honey. Beloved with a chill, kelp-y vibe.
What could be wrong with that?
Hither's why information technology'due south actually really, really unromantic:
There's zero wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P.O. boxes. Stroking their pilus as they fall asleep while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear.
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Just at that place is such a thing as loving someone a skosh too much.
If yous should e'er leave me
Though life would still keep believe me
The world could show nix to me
So what practiced would living do me?
Look, I get information technology. Breakups suck. There's no getting effectually that. Simply proficient God.
There's a huge difference between saying: "Hey infant, you are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if you get." And saying: "Welp, you accustomed that job in Seattle, so I'm just gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call information technology a life."
But that's pretty much the gist hither. Which makes this line...
God only knows what I'd be without y'all
...horror-motion picture creepy. Considering the answer, apparently, is: "I'd exist a corpse!"
Ah well. We had a good run. Photograph via iStock.
That'southward 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 class of emotional abuse.
Investing all your happiness and sense of cocky-worth in any relationship — one that, by definition, might one solar day end — is putting a lot of eggs in i basket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, simply God probably also hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies. Have a yoga course. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing.
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One person cannot be anyone'due south be-all and end-all. Information technology'south too stressful. And information technology prevents you from doing yous, which is a thing that's gotta be done earlier you can practise annihilation else.
No wonder she took that chore in Seattle.
2. "Treasure," by Bruno Mars
Sure, information technology's a breathy rip off of every Michael Jackson song yous've always heard. Merely, we don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts become, you could exercise a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face. That face! Photo past Brothers Le/Flickr.
Here'southward why the song sounds romantic:
Treasure, that is what you lot are
Beloved, yous're my gold star
You know you can make my wish come true
If y'all let me treasure you lot
If you let me treasure you
Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-form brand-out political party and you'll likely get an instant toll laissez passer on the highway to natural language-town (ew).
Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-however-passionate frenching.
Pass them to a cop who pulls y'all over for running a stop sign, and they volition think you're weird — but probably still make out with you.
In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this song.
This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and you're on stage with Michelle Obama. Photo by Mandel Ngan/Getty Images.
And I'yard OK with that.
But, here's why "Treasure" isn't as romantic every bit it seems:
Everything most "Treasure" is retro. Everything.
Including its attitudes most gender.
"Children, accept I ever told you what I shouted at your mother on the street the start fourth dimension we met?" Photo by Jacobsen/Getty Images.
Things starting time to become south right from the very commencement:
Give me your, give me your, give me your attending, baby
I gotta tell yous a little something most yourself
Ah yes. Cypher screams "respect" quite similar a human being lecturing a strange woman on the street nearly something she "doesn't know nearly herself."
What could it be? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could it be that she'south got something in her teeth? Could information technology be that her nonfiction volume about early modernistic High german history is extremely detailed and informative?
"Thanks for instruction me all about Martin Luther'southward bible!" Photo past Torsten Schleese/Wikimedia Eatables.
Spoiler Alert: Information technology'southward none of those.
You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, yous're a sexy lady
Only you walk around here like yous wanna be someone else
Oh. It'due south that she'due south sexy. Cool, bro. Very original.
Word of advice? Regardless of how she'south walking, the lady knows she'southward sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't bear upon her day-to-day so much that you lot, a complete stranger, need to shout it at her (fifty-fifty over a funky disco snare).
And so what if she does want to be someone else? I'd dear to exist someone else! I think beingness Ryan Gosling would exist quite overnice. A good way to spend a iii-mean solar day weekend.
Sure, at that place'd be an adjustment menstruation... Photo past Eamonn One thousand. McCormack/Getty Images.
And then later, of form, the narrator can't assist himself:
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, yous should exist grin
A girl like y'all should never look so blue.
He respects her then much, he's actually straight-upwards telling her to smile! Much like Mars' grapheme "Uptown Funk," who appears to go off on angrily exhorting girls to "striking [their] hallelujah." Which, you know, I judge everybody's got a thing.
Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy human 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 sexual practice."
He then proceeds to talk to his potential lover like the world'due south creepiest pirate:
You lot are my treasure, you lot are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, you, y'all, you, you lot are
Y'all are my treasure, y'all are my treasure
You are my treasure, aye, you lot, you, you, you are
By this point, in his mind, she'due south a literal thing. An object. Which is fitting.
I suppose information technology could be worse, though. At least she's not just any thing.
GIF from "The 2 Towers."
That's ... something, right?
iii. "Don't Call back Twice, It's All Right," by Bob Dylan
For as long as humans take been dating each other, humans have been breaking upward with each other. And "Don't Remember Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going downwardly in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.
Bob Dylan, a guy who is good at writing songs that a lot of people like. Photo past William Lovelace/Getty Images.
Here's why it sounds romantic:
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don't know by at present
And it ain't no apply to sit and wonder why, babe
It'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'm a-traveling on
But don't think twice, it's all right.
Boom. Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation similar whoa.
"Don't Call back Twice" is a raw vocal. An honest song. A powerful song. Information technology's the song your older sis played on continuous loop for vi months after her boyfriend left for college. The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her banking concern-teller job, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a wind chime shop in Mendocino. The vocal your friend'southward cool dad always wants to play when he invited your high schoolhouse band over to his apartment to jam.
"What timbre are you looking for?" Photo past Sharon Ang/Pixabay.
Sure, it's nearly the end of a relationship, but it sounds romantic. And at the end of the mean solar day, shouldn't that be plenty?
Here's why it's 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 give-and-take about what went wrong.
It's not me, Joan. It'southward you. 100% y'all. Photograph by Rowland Scherman/Getty Images.
In "Don't Think Twice," that give-and-take basically boils down to: "Information technology'due south your error."
Let's review the reasons the dude in "Don't Call up 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 but have so much unspecified love to give," and she's like, "Take out the trash!" And you lot're like, "But baaaaaaabe, shouldn't my middle be plenty?" And she's like, "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 need you lot to do is have out the trash." And you're like, "You're aimless me out. I'g gonna go play guitar." And then she gets all mad! What did you lot do? Why is she trying to change you? UGH!
You could have done better, only I don't heed
Yep. Yous exercise mind! Y'all mind! You wrote a song about it, yous passive-ambitious prick.
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Ah yes. Your fourth dimension is and so precious! Think well-nigh all the hours you wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of homo partnership when you could have been futzing effectually with that home-brew kit.
Yes, this was worth it. Photo by Pecker Bradford/Flickr.
The minute yous start breaking it downwardly, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sister'due south ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Store in town for a while and now might be in jail. Like 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.
"Yous kids desire a beer? No one's under 13, correct?" Photo via iStock.
Oh aye, and the song'southward narrator likewise betoken-bare refers woman he'southward leaving equally:
A child, I'k told
That's right. In addition to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he'south as well possibly a pedophile.
Even if we are to take that this is a metaphor and she's not actually a child — which there'southward no indication it is, only OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson hither would willingly choose an immature partner reflects way more than poorly on him than information technology does on her.
Breaking upwards with anyone in such a roughshod, dismissive manner is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills.
Which, I suppose, may be the signal.
four. "Leaving on a Jet Aeroplane," by John Denver
Who has two thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk song almost hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at 600 miles per hour?
This guy. Photo by 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 considering jet planes were nonetheless 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 similar singing, "I'k a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," merely in a mode that's somehow yet folksy and heartbreaking and singable by 9-year-olds at summer camp. Not like shooting fish in a barrel to do!
Oh babe, I hate to become
You see — he hates to go! He just hates it! We know this, because he tells usa he hates it. And why would he detest to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?
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Why indeed?
Here'due south why it's actually non 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 principal character 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 permit yous down
So many times I've played around
I tell you at present, they don't hateful a thing
"Baby, I promise! All the movies I watched lone while you were home nursing the quadruplets. All the times I drained our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sex activity I had with other women. Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to exercise! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. Simply rest assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense."
"As empty as this bed I only finished having sex with someone else in." Photo via iStock.
Yes, when you break information technology down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to dearest overcoming distance and more than the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he'due south "good" despite all bear witness to the contrary.
And for all he claims to exist broken upwardly about having to role from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited about the flight. Oh, you're leaving on a jet plane, are y'all? Are you Zone 1? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo limited salad yous were forced to asphyxiate downwardly equally you sat waiting to commence on your fun, mysterious adventure?
"Life so hard @ LGA #missingmybabe." Photo by Gesalbte/Wikimedia Commons.
He continues:
Ev'ry identify I go, I'll recall of you
Ev'ry song I sing, I'll sing for you
Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my honey is frail as the morning dew" optics at a waif-y grad pupil in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all.
Then he demands:
So kiss me and grin for me
Tell me that y'all'll wait for me
After all the betrayal and heartbreak, later basically revealing himself to exist a form-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he withal has the gall to tell her to wait? To expect 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...." Photo via iStock.
Unlike all the previous trips, where he'south cheated a billion times, drained the family unit bank account, and simply been a full general screwup and disappointment.
Simply yeah. This time he says he'll bring dorsum a hymeneals band.
I hope she joins a polyamorous octad and never looks back.
five. "When a Man Loves a Woman," Percy Sledge
When you look up "soul" in the lexicon, the book plays you a recording of this song.
Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Photo by Gene Pugh/Flickr.
Specifically, it plays you the very first line.
Here's why it sound very romantic:
When a man loves a woman
Sure, you tin write the lyrics down, but it doesn't even come shut to capturing the heartache. The yearning. The delicious, succulent pain-belting:
WHEN A Human being LOVES A WOMAN
Closer ... simply still no.
WHEN A MAAAAAAAN. LOVES A WOOOMAN!
Yes! Sing it, Percy Sledge!
It's an elemental lyric.
It's a heart-shattering lyric.
It'due south a lyric that demands you put your back into it.
Information technology's perfection.
As long as yous don't go along listening.
Here's why the song is really pretty horrifying:
From the opening lines of "When a Human being Loves a Woman," nosotros know that, at least on occasion, a human loves a adult female.
Which raises the question: What happens when said human being loves said adult female?
He'd requite up all his comforts
And sleep out in the pelting
If she said that's the way
It ought to exist.
Whoa! OK. No. Back up. A man, no matter how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a man will die of exposure and hypothermia.
Plow his back on his best friend if he put her down.
No! Jeez. No. A man tin't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A man needs friends! Once a man'due south whole back up system erodes out from under him, a man will be biting, ungrounded, and lone. And a human being'southward mental health will deteriorate.
I gave you everything I have
Tryin' to hold on to your heartless dearest
Babe, please don't treat me bad.
This is not what happens "when a human being loves a woman." It's what happens when a human being loves a controlling, manipulative woman. An abusive woman. A woman who, in truth, only loves a adult female. Herself.
"It's Chris or me." Photograph by geralt/Pixabay.
And that's not healthy.
Run, Percy Sledge, run! We're hither for yous.
(Side note: Lest information technology become implied, there is way more than 1 fashion for a human being to love a woman. Maybe they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose. Maybe they sleep in separate bedrooms. Maybe they dress up in large, plush cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. and Mrs. Kittyhawk. And when a man loves a human being, 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 state of affairs, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, there's no 1-size-fits-all dearest solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the female parent of invention. There's more than than one manner to skin a cat. A spoonful of carbohydrate helps the medicine become downwards.
It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, as long every bit it's a metaphor. Photograph past Rosmarie Voegtli/Flickr.
Point beingness: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek help! Y'all tin do this! And if you ever notice yourself in a similar situation, please requite these people a telephone call.
6. "All I Wanna Do is Brand Love to You," Centre
Honestly, Centre could sing a list of the nearly popular AllRecipes ("Jaaaamie's Cranberry Spinach Saaaaalad/Globe'south Best Lasaaaaagna/Sour Creeeeeam Cutouts") and it would brand me want to bawl my eyes out in the arms of a tall, dark stranger at the end of a pier.
This vocal is perfect. You should ever be listening to information technology. If yous're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it. It'southward just that important.
I am singing the phone book. You are weeping like a tiny baby. Photo by FatCat125/Wikimedia Commons.
So much passion. So much pain. And then much hair.
Here'south why it sounds romantic:
Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Centre sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a key tribute to the 1 true romantic fantasy shared by every living being on Earth: picking upward an unnervingly attractive human for one nighttime of mind-blowing sex then releasing him back into the wild to bone — but never quite as compellingly ever again.
They sing:
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Continuing by the route, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled upwards aslope and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I don't have to keep because you know what happens next, and it'due south awesome.
"I but sit in this cabin. Counting the days since. Counting ... the ... days." Photograph by Rene Asmussen/Pexels.
Now, here's why this vocal is non romantic at all:
The human relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems too good to be true. And it is. Because it'due south not an equally loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all.
It'south a...
Information technology'south a...
Well. Yous know what it is:
Skillful at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! Photo by Pikawil/Flickr.
For a while, things are humming forth just fine, like any wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:
I didn't ask him his proper noun, this lonely male child in the pelting
Fate, tell me it'due south right, is this love at first sight?
Sure, many of us might hesitate to selection up a strange leather-jacket-clad human being standing on the side of the route for a no-strings-attached spiral, only our narrator just has a feeling virtually this guy, and sometimes, you lot gotta go with your gut.
I can respect that.
We fabricated magic that night
He did everything right
Great! Seems like information technology was a good conclusion. Bonking the hitchhiker is payin' off big time.
Only then, without warning, the vocal starts to sound less like an best great romance and more like a story men's rights activists tell each other equally 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, delight don't you dare
Just live in my memory, you'll ever exist there"
I'chiliad not a poet. Symbolic linguistic communication often eludes me. But unless "flower," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly dissimilar things in the context of human being reproduction than they accept since sex was first invented in the early on-1970s, nosotros're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
HELLO! Photo past Avsar Aras/Wikimedia Commons.
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:
Then it happened one 24-hour interval
Nosotros came round the same way
You lot can imagine his surprise
When he saw his own eyes
In that location are two possibilities here.
1: The narrator of the song is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway advertisement from nine years ago:
Photo by eyedonation.org.
Or two: She totally conned a dude into whipping upwardly a baby on the sly.
I said, "Please, please empathize
Ah, sure. Yeah. No worries.
I'thousand in love with some other man
Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no way the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not one but ii lives.
And what he couldn't give me, oh, no
Was the one footling affair that yous tin"
A HUMAN LIFE! A REAL SENTIENT Human LIFE THAT IS NOT INCIDENTAL TO ALL OF THIS!
The best you can say about that is that information technology's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his own nativity control. Or, at the very least, asked more questions .
But ... information technology'south not cute. It's non romantic (fifty-fifty the Wilson sisters themselves agree).
And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this song is somehow non the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the dark.
Which... is saying something.
But there is a dearest song that is truly, madly, securely perfect. An unassailable track in a bounding main of problematic faves.
A song that does everything right.
A song that paints a portrait of a healthy partnership congenital to last.
A vocal that can double as a manual for the ideal homo romantic human relationship.
And that song is...
"Candy Store," by l Cent, featuring Olivia
Here'southward why you might be — OK, near definitely are — skeptical:
50 Cent (L) and that guy. You know, that guy? That guy! Photo by Ethan Miller/Getty Images.
Equally catchy as "Candy Store" is, every bit fun information technology is to dance to, and every bit cathartic as it can be to scream in the heart of a crowded fraternity house at 2 a.m., there's no getting effectually 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 mail service that again, in case you missed some of the nuance:
I'll take you lot to the candy store
I'll let you lot lick the lollipop
Way to accept one for the squad, narrator of "Candy Shop"!
At starting time glance, "Candy Shop" is nobody's idea of a classic love 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."
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'southward not a vocal you'd put on a mixtape for your crush. Information technology's not a song you'd play for your spouse when the kids are at home with the bodyguard and you've got nine hours to tear up the Piscataway Hampton Inn. It's certainly non a vocal you'd include on the video photo montage y'all made for your grandparents' silver anniversary.
It's just not.
Merely information technology should be.
Then here information technology is. Here'southward why "Processed Shop" by 50 Cent, featuring Olivia, is actually the perfect relationship song:
Y'all wanna dorsum that thing upwards or should I button up on information technology? Photo by ionasnicolae/Pixabay.
The bass drum hits. The MIDI violins whine. The singer starts filling out his fellatio permission slip. It's but been xx seconds, and you lot're already getting ready to hang it up with "Candy Shop."
Just then ... over the square thrum and the mewling strings, a miracle occurs — in the class of a female vocalization joining the track, cutting through the din similar a clarion call.
She sings:
I'll take you lot to the candy shop (aye)
Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have yous spendin' all you got (come on)
Go on going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
It's mutual! It's common! They're performing oral sexual practice on each other!
Ring the bells! Bang the drums! Release the doves!
Go, cunnilingus doves, become! Photo past liz w/Flickr.
l Cent himself may non be the world's greatest partner — for example, according to one of his exes, he'due south washed some pretty unforgivable things.
Merely the narrator of "Candy Shop"? He gets it:
Y'all could have it your way, how do yous want it?
Rather than simply imposing his desires on the person he's with — a la the dude in "God Only Knows ("I'g going to invest my entire sense of self-worth in you!") or the street heckler in "Treasure" ("I'm going to care for you lot like a breast full of golden doubloons!") or the sociopath in "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to Y'all," ("I'm going to trick you lot into knocking me up!") — the "Processed Store" guy actually asks his partner what she wants.
Which, in the world of pop music, is proficient for about fifty,000 trillion points.
And where are they going to practice it? The hotel? Back of the rental? The beach? The park?
Information technology'southward whatever y'all're into
'Crusade consent is sexy!
I own't finished educational activity you 'bout how sprung I got ya
The narrator of "Processed Shop" is certainly ... assertive about his desires.
But here's the key thing: the lady on the receiving end of those desires? She's clearly into it. And nosotros know this because she says so.
The lines of consent in "Candy Shop" are vivid carmine, highlighted, and soldered into the weirdly sticky society floor.
Meanwhile, Robin Thicke is exterior trying to convince the bouncer that his uncle is a lawyer. Photo by Grim23/Wikimedia Commons.
Daughter what we do ...
And where we do ...
The things we exercise ...
Are just betwixt me and you
No matter how nasty they freak, it will be intimate. It will exist private. 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 possibly in the example of "Candy Shop") minutes long.
She may take a high sex activity drive, merely dude is graciously offer to accommodate her. What a admirer! These crazy kids merely might go the altitude after all.
And at the terminate of the day, what is a relationship but 2 nymphos, sharing wellness insurance?
Cheers, Obamacare! Photo past Wonderlane/Flickr.
It's like it's a race who could get undressed quicker
Again, everybody is having a great fourth dimension. And, critically, an every bit cracking fourth dimension.
I touch the right spot at the right time
Of grade, it wouldn't be a popular/hip-hop hitting without a spot of random braggadocio, merely if we're to have him at his give-and-take, "Candy Shop" guy is at least as adept at "doing everything correct" as the anonymous hitchhiker from "All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You" — except without all the creepy surprise babe nonsense.
The "Candy Shop" guy is a keeper. Because he's not a hero or a stranger in the dark or a funky, shimmering love god. He's a good partner.
"Candy Store" is raunchy. Information technology's dirty. Information technology'southward not your grandmother'southward love song.
But when you strip away the swagger, the back beat, and the weird strings from "All-time of Public Domain Centre Eastern Music 1993," by the stop of the song, both people are satisfied. And at the cease of the day, isn't that what a healthy relationship is all virtually?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
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So seductive.
Source: https://www.upworthy.com/6-songs-that-seem-romantic-but-arent-and-one-that-seems-like-it-isnt-but-is
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