Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom Llevo tiempo intentándolo, mami, esto es dando y dándolo Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo, yo sé que estás pensándolo Tus lugares favoritos (Favorito, favorito, baby)ĭéjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro (Woah, woah) Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo (Woah, woah) Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh, yeah) ¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear You fit me tailor-made, love how you put it on Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly But if we don't also point out and appreciate the ways in which contemporary pop music sometimes rises above the level of insipid ear porn, then we're at risk of alienating kids with indiscriminate, across-the-board critique of something intrinsically important to the experience of growing up.So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah
Knowing it's so crucial to kids demands that parents talk about the almost constant emphasis on sexualized bodies in pop music lyrics today, and the distorting, narrowing effect this can have. From the invention of the teenager and rock 'n' roll, to punk to grunge to hip hop, music has often been the way youth identify and express themselves. I once taught a university course on youth culture - the entire thing could have been about the importance of music in reflecting and shaping the lives of young people. I tend to see this topic through the lens of parenthood, since most kids are so attracted to music. If you listen to CBC radio, you might have heard "White Flag" by the band Joseph, an anthemic rejection of neo-liberal populism: "I could surrender but I'd just be pretending - no, I'd rather be dead than live a lie. Man, you wouldn't believe, the most amazing things that can come from some terrible nights."
Who sings so baby pull me closer in the back seat of your rover that i know you cant afford full#
The band Fun has had a few recent hits: one, "Some Nights," is almost operatic in scope, full of the bravado and insecurity of youth ("Some nights I feel like my lips could build a castle … some nights I wish they'd just fall off"), and of railing against the haunting questions about who we are and what we're for, really, when the world is full of so much wonder and despair, love and loneliness: "My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called love, but when I look into my nephew's eyes …. Or what about Metric's "The Shade," wherein "A canopy of trees bears witness to the breeze," and the singer yearns, "I want it all, I want it all." This is the quintessence of what it is to be human - to see the magnificence of the world, but fall victim to the desire to own that magnificence for one's self. HELPLESS TO THE BASS AND THE FADING LIGHT! Equal parts eloquence and hipsterism, this line makes a convincing plea for Romanticism in the 21 t century. Take, for instance, "Closer" by The Chainsmokers:īaby pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover, There are, however, moments of real poetry here and there, even in recent pop songs that might initially seem fairly vapid. It's only a matter of time before she's starring in an ad campaign selling wrinkle cream to 30-year-olds. This is also why I can't listen to Taylor Swift, who identifies as a feminist but whose songs can often be summed up thusly: 'Oh, I know I'm going to get hurt so bad but I just can't help myself because you are so handsome.' I am even mildly annoyed by Adele who is only 28 but is forever lamenting about her past lovers and running out of time and getting older. I cannot sing these lyrics and therefore your musically-awesome-but-lyrically-objectionable song is dead to me. I am more than my labia, you massive idiot. Matthews, you great imbecile, my vagina is not my world.
'Hike up your skirt a little more,' he sings, 'and show your world to me'" Mr. This is, for example, why I can't listen to "Crash" by the Dave Matthews Band, which is in direct contravention of my identity as white North American middle-aged person. I can't get down with sexist lyrics either, which has severely hampered my ability to enjoy a significant chunk of hit songs. "Baby I need you so bad … put your body on me … I want to taste you." Etc. Oh, how I could relate to Paul Benedetti's recent column on the hypersexed banality of contemporary music lyrics, i.e.
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