What the hell is a “bling bling”? How can your pockets be full grown? How does kryptonite make you stronger? Why do I have to let go his airplane, because he won’t remember? Remember what?
You know you’re too old when pop music just doesn’t make sense any more.
This is the perfect place to express my confusion over a current pop song. The lyrics go:
I promise not to try not to f*** with your mind.
I promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine.
I promise not to lie when you’re looking me straight in the eye.
I promise not to try not to let you down.
Isn’t something wrong with the first and last lines?
“Someone left the cake out in the rain. I don’t think that I can take it, 'cause it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again.”
The essential ingredient (to extend the cooking metaphor) of pop music is absolute, unwavering faith. You can sing anything as long as you believe in it.
“She’s so beautiful now. She doesn’t wear her shoes.”
Bang, bang, bang Stop it, Jean Grey! It’s no use! Please, whatever you do, don’t listen to LFO’s Summer Girls (or whatever the Abercrombie and Fitch song is called). You’re likely to have a brain spasm or worse.