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choco_froshThoughts on popular music:
Fifth Harmony, "Work from Home"*
Kal: I have no idea why this song exists.
Schreiber: Yeah. ...I believe there's a term in certain styles of dancing--"work it"? So possibly every time she says "work",** all the women on the dance floor are supposed to, er, "drop it like it's red-hot"?
Then again, I haven't been to a club since I was 21, so I may not be the best person to ask.
Sia ft. Sean Paul, "Cheap Thrills"
OK, I know she's probably saying "Hit the dance floor", but it sounds an AWFUL lot like she's saying that, once she's done her hair, put her makeup on, she's going to hit the dumpster.
There are a lot of possible interpretations of THAT, all of them terrible. I guess the least racist*** would be to imagine that this is for an animated music video about raccoons. After all, I suppose hitting the dumpster is a major social occasion if you are a member of the genus Procyon.
Also, as Kal explained to me, it's apparently not just this song. BOTH of these people are evidently notorious for being incomprehensible when attempting to use the English language in music.
TWENTY ØNE PILØTS, "Stressed Out"
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one
Wow. Someone has inadvertently reverse-engineered À la recherche du temps perdu as a pop song.
My name's furry-face, and I don't care what you think [ter]
...I realize this guy's talking about his childhood dreams and fantasies and how he had to grow out of them, but now I can't stop imagining that he's a furry**** without realising it.
Now I am wondering whether Marcel Proust would be a furry if he lived in the 21st century.
ogod, now I am imagining an alternate reality in which Marcel Prous, instead of writing an inordinately long multi-volume semi-autographic novel that kicks off with a certain smell that reminds him of when he was young, writes a multi-volume semi-autographic furry GRAPHIC novel. I am the worst person ever.
* I am not going to link to these songs, because they are mostly terrible.
** (many)
*** It occurs to me that I am simply assuming that Sia is black. OK, racist against orange-skinned Australians?
**** Careful reading of the lyrics suggests that the words I had been hearing as either "furry face" or "purry face" are, in fact, "BLURRY face". But that train of thought had already gotten to the station by then.
Fifth Harmony, "Work from Home"*
Kal: I have no idea why this song exists.
Schreiber: Yeah. ...I believe there's a term in certain styles of dancing--"work it"? So possibly every time she says "work",** all the women on the dance floor are supposed to, er, "drop it like it's red-hot"?
Then again, I haven't been to a club since I was 21, so I may not be the best person to ask.
Sia ft. Sean Paul, "Cheap Thrills"
OK, I know she's probably saying "Hit the dance floor", but it sounds an AWFUL lot like she's saying that, once she's done her hair, put her makeup on, she's going to hit the dumpster.
There are a lot of possible interpretations of THAT, all of them terrible. I guess the least racist*** would be to imagine that this is for an animated music video about raccoons. After all, I suppose hitting the dumpster is a major social occasion if you are a member of the genus Procyon.
Also, as Kal explained to me, it's apparently not just this song. BOTH of these people are evidently notorious for being incomprehensible when attempting to use the English language in music.
TWENTY ØNE PILØTS, "Stressed Out"
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one
Wow. Someone has inadvertently reverse-engineered À la recherche du temps perdu as a pop song.
My name's furry-face, and I don't care what you think [ter]
...I realize this guy's talking about his childhood dreams and fantasies and how he had to grow out of them, but now I can't stop imagining that he's a furry**** without realising it.
Now I am wondering whether Marcel Proust would be a furry if he lived in the 21st century.
ogod, now I am imagining an alternate reality in which Marcel Prous, instead of writing an inordinately long multi-volume semi-autographic novel that kicks off with a certain smell that reminds him of when he was young, writes a multi-volume semi-autographic furry GRAPHIC novel. I am the worst person ever.
* I am not going to link to these songs, because they are mostly terrible.
** (many)
*** It occurs to me that I am simply assuming that Sia is black.
**** Careful reading of the lyrics suggests that the words I had been hearing as either "furry face" or "purry face" are, in fact, "BLURRY face". But that train of thought had already gotten to the station by then.
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Date: 2016-04-23 02:29 am (UTC)I really like the idea of raccoon dance electropop.
Wow. Someone has inadvertently reverse-engineered À la recherche du temps perdu as a pop song.
That's hilarious.