October 8, 2010

It is Friday, I have had very little sleep. I’ve been raving a lot lately. I have glow stick mess all over my clothes. Oh raves, remember when you bubbled up to mainstream for a bit? You are not missed. Rave music is just the one good part of a hip hop song played relentlessly until you hate it. Then all of the sudden you realize that you’re standing in way-too-baggy pants in a field wondering if Arby’s will fire you for showing up to work in 30 minutes with glow stick innards on your work shirt and  antlers improbaby affixed to your head.

For the last prompt I asked, what is the last song you listened to?

I will use Katie’s answer:

“Unfortunately, it was the one about Katy Perry’s skin-tight jeans.”

Allan, it was a toughie to not choose yours. I may have to use it sometime in the future. I was drawn to Katie’s answer because of the unfortunate ubiquity of Katy Perry these days. Man, she is just on the radio every song right now. Her songs are super catchy and equally horrible. She is the sort of pop singer I would cringe at my teenage daughter liking. You’re right, I don’t have a teenage daughter, or any daughter for that matter, but if I did, her name would be Ala Carte, it just sounds French and fancy, Ala Carte Houghton.

Let’s analyze these lyrics. Here are the lyrics, with my reaction in parentheses.

Katy Perry-Teenage Dream Analyzed

You think I’m pretty
Without any make-up on (That’s soooo sweet, unconditional love)
You think I’m funny
When I tell the puch line wrong (Cute anecdote, revealing the playfulness and love evident in the relationship)
I know you get me
So I’ll let my walls come down, down (probably a metaphor, or she may have a fortress)

Before you met me
I was a wreck (A knight in shining armor, what woman wouldn’t love that?)
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life (Zombie)
Now every February
You’ll be my valentine, valentine (getting a little clingy, but still sweet. This relationship sounds great and appropriate!)

Let’s go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love (ummm…what?)
We can dance until we die (oh, she’s talking about dancing. ‘All the way’ is obviously referring to dancing all the way until they die)
You and I
We’ll be young forever (I’m always in support of a Ponce De Leon reference, although it seems contradictory to dying in the previous line.)

You make me
Feel like
I’m living a Teenage Dream (Unlimited Chicken in a Biscuit, And1 Mix Tapes, and napping)
The way you turn me on
I can’t sleep (Dreaming and you’re an insomniac, usually those two are mutually exclusive)
Let’s runaway
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back (Is that a promise Katy Perry? Please?)

My heart stops
When you look at me (Dangerous arrhythmia)
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back (stop teasing, do it already)

We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach (How did you get home then if you drove? Chaperone? DD? Somali pirates?)
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets (Now that is cool. Any song that mentions building a fort gets points)
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece (Oh that’s the worst. I bet it was a sky piece, those are the hardest!)
I’m complete

Let’s go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We’ll be young forever (repeat)

You make me
Feel like
I’m living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can’t sleep
Let’s runaway
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back (still repeat)

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back (We already heard this Perry)

I might get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans (Why would he wear your jeans Katy? Maybe they’re skin tight because he’s wearing girl’s jeans)
Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans (That is a twisted fantasy for him to touch you while he’s wearing your skin tight jeans, but I’m not here to judge)
Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me
Feel like
I’m living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can’t sleep
Let’s runaway
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don’t ever look back
Don’t ever look back (Sorry, I zoned out there for a bit. Is it done? Good. Will it be in my head for 3 days straight? Bad.)

Next prompt: What do you remember from English class?

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I'm a sometimes writer, actor, comedian and an all the time adventurer.

4 responses »

  1. Leah says:

    It’s always the songs you don’t want stuck in your head that end up there. And then there’s the people that wish to share their burden and end up getting the song stuck in someone else’s head in close proximity to them.

    Anyway, I remember English being my favorite class, wanting to be a wordsmith when I grew up, writing about me, which is my favorite subject, and eating cinnamon poptarts in class.

  2. Allan says:

    apparently not much. On Monday my parents initiated the final child cleansing protocol for their home (it is now no longer mine) by asking me to come collect the assorted items I had left behind in my former room that had just been transformed into a new rustic office. As I sorted through the various souvenirs of my adolescence I came across old journals, papers and poems I had written for my high school English classes. I always thought I had avoided the shallow, moody phase that accompanied teenage angst. Boy did I prove myself wrong.

  3. Derek says:

    If our teacher couldn’t hear your response she would say ‘Garble, garble???’

  4. Amanda says:

    In my senior AP English class we had to recreate sections of Hamlet in a new way. My group’s performance included “Like a Prayer” by Madonna and me dressed as a rastafarian man.

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