Lessons I've learned from pop music

1.) If you refer to someone as “baby”, inevitably there will come a time when they will drive you crazy. That’s just par for the course.

2.) Love comes from one place and one place only - up above. If you think you’ve found love and it didn’t come from up above, then you don’t have the genuine article.

3.) If you really, honestly, truly don’t care, the best way to show this is to throw your arms into the air and wave them around. Don’t worry, everyone will know what you mean.

What else have you learned from pop music?

You Can’t Roller Skate In A Buffalo Herd

Anyone who has “arms” will inevitabley also have “charms.”

If somethone makes you sad, it’s even odds on whether they’ll soon be making you mad, or glad.

…and dancinc is often followed by romancing. Or vice-versa

There’s more than one way to leave a lover.

Oh, and tugging on Superman’s cape is a bad idea.

If you want a thrill you’re going to have to deal with a hill in some fashion.

It’s almost impossible to have the blues unless you have (or want to get) some shoes.

Anybody killed in a wreck involving a teenager will become an angel.

A mountain is something you don’t want to f*ck with…

If the topic is desire, you will eventually be reminded of something burning.

That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes as a result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook, the only way you can get it fixed up is to trudgin’ across the tundra, mile after mile, nudgin’ across the tundra, right down to the parish of St. Alfonzo.

The moon seems to be out on nights in June the most.

If you ever find yourself on your knees, you are obligated to either be A) begging “please”, or b) ready to please.

Everything’s about love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

We don’t have to take to take our clothes off to have a good time.

Jesus was a man. He was a carpenter by hand. He was a hard working man and brave. But the cops and the preachers they nailed him to a cross. And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

Working in a coal mine sucks.

Voices carry.

That the atmosphere of the planet on the other side of Mars may on occassion condense in someone’s locks.

More practical, though: you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need. Although, on reflection what’s Mick really saying, “sometimes you CAN get what you want and sometimes you DON’T get what you need”? True wisdom indeed.

All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love is all you need…

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are.
There’s a lady who knows all that glitters is gold. And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

Unless you happen to be a Voodoo Chile, of course, in which case all you’ll need is the back of your hand.
Also, lyin’ is often a precursor to cryin’ and, if left untreated, can ultimately result in dyin’.