When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car
I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah
Mr./s. GaGa uses “catalog” as a metaphor for the group of people in the club. While she initially feels intimidated by the unusually large proportion of attractive women in the aforementioned club, she reminds the listener that s/he “ain’t gon’ give it up” (sic).At this point the androgynous GaGa attempts to use a simile relating the manner in which s/he is going to pick “it” up to the way a car would pick “it” up. S/he is going to hit said “it” twice and flex until tomorrow, yeah. The meaning of these lyrics is dubious at best.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
Ms. GaGa thinks that she is a playboy. This may indicate that “she” is possibly a transsexual or transgender who has turned his/her shirt inside out yet does not recall how. S/he reminds us that we are all getting hosed over the course of this night. Urban Dictionary defines “hosed” as: utterly and undoubtedly affixiated in a troublesome situation.Mr/s. GaGa believes that using roses as a metaphor is poetic.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
Ms. GaGa thinks that she is a playboy. This may indicate that “she” is possibly a transsexual or transgender who has turned his/her shirt inside out yet does not recall how. S/he reminds us that we are all getting hosed over the course of this night. Urban Dictionary defines “hosed” as: utterly and undoubtedly affixiated in a troublesome situation.Mr/s. GaGa believes that using roses as a metaphor is poetic.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
Ms. GaGa encourages either herself or her unknown companion to “just dance” and reminds that it is going to be okay. She also requests that you rotate that vinyl recording disc, babe.Ms. GaGa continues to give evidence to support the theory that she is a monkey.
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
Ms. GaGa encourages either herself or her unknown companion to “just dance” and reminds that it is going to be okay. She also requests that you rotate that vinyl recording disc, babe.Ms. GaGa continues to give evidence to support the theory that she is a monkey.
Friday, February 20, 2009
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Ms. GaGa’s intoxication prevents her from understanding what is “going on on the floor.” She does apparently love this record, “baby” but due to the number of alcoholic beverages she has consumed is apparently unable to “see straight anymore.” She reminds an unknown person (possibly herself) to “keep it cool” and then in apparent and possibly alcohol induced non-sequitor queries after the name of the particular club she is dancing in. Though she, or the unknown person in response, is unable to recall the name of the club it is alright. Ms. GaGa has a speech impediment known as a stutter.
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Ms. GaGa’s intoxication prevents her from understanding what is “going on on the floor.” She does apparently love this record, “baby” but due to the number of alcoholic beverages she has consumed is apparently unable to “see straight anymore.” She reminds an unknown person (possibly herself) to “keep it cool” and then in apparent and possibly alcohol induced non-sequitor queries after the name of the particular club she is dancing in. Though she, or the unknown person in response, is unable to recall the name of the club it is alright. Ms. GaGa has a speech impediment known as a stutter.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
Ms. GaGa is apparently, at this point in the song, intoxicated to a level where she is unable to; understand how he does “twist the dance,” find a drink, find her keys or find her phone.
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
Ms. GaGa is apparently, at this point in the song, intoxicated to a level where she is unable to; understand how he does “twist the dance,” find a drink, find her keys or find her phone.
Monday, February 2, 2009
RedOne, Konvict (sic)
I realize that my first post was a bit wordy. Because of this, I have decided to serialize it for the enjoyment of my loyal fan base. The following is my explanation of the lyrics of the first stanza of Just Dance by Lady GaGa.
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
These are perhaps the various names of people singing in this song or Ms. GaGa considers herself both a “RedOne” and a “Konvict” (sic). Ms. GaGa may be a monkey or other primate
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
These are perhaps the various names of people singing in this song or Ms. GaGa considers herself both a “RedOne” and a “Konvict” (sic). Ms. GaGa may be a monkey or other primate
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Naissance
Hello youth of America and welcome to “Professor Brandon Analyzes the Lyrics of Top 40 Hits.”
I am a professor with a doctorate in modern literature who feels it is my duty to help the youth of this nation understand the lyrics of their favorite music.
I am an egomaniac, and like all egomaniacs I have started a blog.
This blog will be updated weekly with the Number 1 Single in America at that time or another Top 40 single that I feel is relevant. Because this is the first week, I have decided to include both the Number 1 and Number 2 singles.
The No. 1 single in the United States based on sales and airplay for the first week of February, 2009.
My Life Would Suck Without You
by Kelly Clarkson
Guess this means you’re sorry
You’re standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
What you said before
From the first stanza it appears as though Ms. Clarkson intends to employ a quatrain form using an xaxa rhyme scheme.
By omitting the “I” before the word “Guess” in lines 1 and 3, Ms. Clarkson appears to be controlling tone by using colloquialism and dialect. It is possible that the narrator of this work is some sort of lower class degenerate or perhaps strumpet.
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you’d never come back
But here you are again
Cuz we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you
Ms. Clarkson displays a lack of poetic discipline with her rhyme scheme at this point in the work. Aside from the couplet at the end of the lines listed above there is no structure in rhyme or meter.
The conceit of a degenerate narrator is continued through colloquialisms such as the word, “Cuz.” While the argument may be made that this is intended to preserve meter, the fact that use of the word “Because” would make the line 9 syllables to match that line which it precedes, argues differently.
Ms. Clarkson’s narrator attempts to make some sort of philosophical aphorism with the line, “Forever united here somehow.” The line upon any reflection is, however, pompous claptrap. This may continue the tone of the work as portrayed through a narrator who is apparently a 5th grade trailer park inhabitant or perhaps Ms. Clarkson is a moron.
The line, “You got a piece of me,” is a contradiction to the line that immediately precedes it. Simple logic reveals that any two entities that are “Forever united,” whether the cause of that unity is known or not (the latter being the case in this song as is indicated by the word “somehow”) cannot remove “piece(s)” from each other as they are considered a single entity at that point, whether that unity is “here,” there or the magical fantasy land where crap like this is considered music.
Please excuse me. The last sentence of the above paragraph puts my journalistic integrity at serious jeopardy and I apologize sincerely.
Clarkson’s narrator believes that her (assuming the narrator is Clarkson) “life would suck without” the person to whom the work is addressed.
Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight
I know that I’ve got issuesBut you’re pretty messed up too
Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you
At this point Ms. Clarkson attempts to convey a mutually destructive relationship with her lyrics. This, however, is one of the most trite and hackneyed donees in all of songwriting and unless she is being ironic and trying to satirize trite lyricists who are motivated by nothing but greed and shallow fame, she demonstrates a serious lack of poetic control over tone and a lack of self awareness.
Being with you is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let go
Oh yeah
The above lines are apparently filler as they are written between two choruses in the work. Perhaps Ms. Clarkson felt that her song would ring hollow if the lyrics concluded with a repetition of the chorus. These lines serve to convey the aforementioned mutually destructive relationship.
At this point it should be noted that Ms. Clarkson’s narrator feels as though her life “Suck(s)” without the object of her affections. With him, however, her life is “Dysfunctional.” Perhaps “Suck” is intended to imply a more general negativity while “Dysfunctional” implies a specific negativity that the narrator is more willing to accept.
It is more likely that Ms. Clarkson has not considered the various connotations and denotations of the words “Suck” and “Dysfunctional,” yet is counting on the shallow intelligence of the American populace to continue to provide her with a modicum of relevance.
Because the following song is most likely aimed at those with Intelligence Quotients lower than even those who listen to “My Life Would Suck Without You” the literary analysis will be more succinct and consist simply of an explanation of the meaning of each stanza.
The No. 2 single in the United States based on sales and airplay for the first week of February, 2009.
Just Dance
By Lady GaGa
The pronunciation of the second word of this woman’s name has various possibilities. It is perhaps Gah-Gah, Gaa-Gaa or Gaguh as is indicated by the lack of spacing in between “Ga” and “Ga.” There is also the less likely possibility that it is pronounced Jah-Jah.
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
These are perhaps the various names of people singing in this song or Ms. GaGa considers herself both a “RedOne” and a “Konvict” (sic). Ms. GaGa may be a monkey or other primate.
I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
Ms. GaGa is apparently at this point in the song to a level where she is unable to; understand how he does “twist the dance,” find a drink, find her keys or find her phone.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Ms. GaGa’s intoxication prevents her from understanding what is “going on on the floor.” She does apparently love this record, “baby” but due to the number of alcoholic beverages she has consumed is apparently unable to “see straight anymore.” She reminds an unknown person (possibly herself) to “keep it cool” and then in apparent and possibly alcohol induced non-sequitor queries after the name of the particular club she is dancing in. Though she, or the unknown person in response, is unable to recall the name of the club it is alright. Ms. GaGa has a speech impediment known as a stutter.
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
Ms. GaGa encourages either herself or her unknown companion to “just dance” and reminds that it is going to be okay. She also requests that you rotate that vinyl recording disc, babe.
Ms. GaGa continues to give evidence to support the theory that she is a monkey.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
Ms. GaGa thinks that she is a playboy. This may indicate that “she” is possibly a transsexual or transgender who has turned his/her shirt inside out yet does not recall how. S/he reminds us that we are all getting hosed over the course of this night. Urban Dictionary defines “hosed” as: utterly and undoubtedly affixiated in a troublesome situation.
Mr/s. GaGa believes that using roses as a metaphor is poetic.
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car
I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah
Mr./s. GaGa uses “catalog” as a metaphor for the group of people in the club. While she initially feels intimidated by the unusually large proportion of attractive women in the aforementioned club, she reminds the listener that s/he “ain’t gon’ give it up” (sic).
At this point the androgynous GaGa attempts to use a simile relating the manner in which s/he is going to pick “it” up to the way a car would pick “it” up. S/he is going to hit said “it” twice and flex until tomorrow, yeah. The meaning of these lyrics is dubious at best.
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round
And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
A second narrator refers to the GaGa as “shawty” (sic) and states that it is apparent that s/he has a great deal of energy as demonstrated by his/her rotation of hips. This narrator believes that the GaGa will leave the club with him but requests that he will for at least the near future be allowed to stay and watch the GaGa break whatever “it” is, down (this is possibly the same “it” that the GaGa will pick up like a car).
Woo! Let's go!
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
The GaGa makes an atavistic cry of excitement, surprise, delirium, and then requests that you and him/her “go!” The GaGa owns a rhyming dictionary and flipped it open at random to the page of words that rhyme with hypnotic.
Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
Spend the lasto(I got it)
In your pocko(I got it)
The GaGa may be referring to the same “it” which has already been mentioned several times previously.
Urban Dictionary defines “pocko” (sic) as: pocket.
The Urban Dictionary does not provide a definition for the term “lasto” (sic).
This stanza may be making a vaguely sexual reference.
I am a professor with a doctorate in modern literature who feels it is my duty to help the youth of this nation understand the lyrics of their favorite music.
I am an egomaniac, and like all egomaniacs I have started a blog.
This blog will be updated weekly with the Number 1 Single in America at that time or another Top 40 single that I feel is relevant. Because this is the first week, I have decided to include both the Number 1 and Number 2 singles.
The No. 1 single in the United States based on sales and airplay for the first week of February, 2009.
My Life Would Suck Without You
by Kelly Clarkson
Guess this means you’re sorry
You’re standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
What you said before
From the first stanza it appears as though Ms. Clarkson intends to employ a quatrain form using an xaxa rhyme scheme.
By omitting the “I” before the word “Guess” in lines 1 and 3, Ms. Clarkson appears to be controlling tone by using colloquialism and dialect. It is possible that the narrator of this work is some sort of lower class degenerate or perhaps strumpet.
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you’d never come back
But here you are again
Cuz we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you
Ms. Clarkson displays a lack of poetic discipline with her rhyme scheme at this point in the work. Aside from the couplet at the end of the lines listed above there is no structure in rhyme or meter.
The conceit of a degenerate narrator is continued through colloquialisms such as the word, “Cuz.” While the argument may be made that this is intended to preserve meter, the fact that use of the word “Because” would make the line 9 syllables to match that line which it precedes, argues differently.
Ms. Clarkson’s narrator attempts to make some sort of philosophical aphorism with the line, “Forever united here somehow.” The line upon any reflection is, however, pompous claptrap. This may continue the tone of the work as portrayed through a narrator who is apparently a 5th grade trailer park inhabitant or perhaps Ms. Clarkson is a moron.
The line, “You got a piece of me,” is a contradiction to the line that immediately precedes it. Simple logic reveals that any two entities that are “Forever united,” whether the cause of that unity is known or not (the latter being the case in this song as is indicated by the word “somehow”) cannot remove “piece(s)” from each other as they are considered a single entity at that point, whether that unity is “here,” there or the magical fantasy land where crap like this is considered music.
Please excuse me. The last sentence of the above paragraph puts my journalistic integrity at serious jeopardy and I apologize sincerely.
Clarkson’s narrator believes that her (assuming the narrator is Clarkson) “life would suck without” the person to whom the work is addressed.
Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong for tryin’ to pick a fight
I know that I’ve got issuesBut you’re pretty messed up too
Anyway, I found out I’m nothing without you
At this point Ms. Clarkson attempts to convey a mutually destructive relationship with her lyrics. This, however, is one of the most trite and hackneyed donees in all of songwriting and unless she is being ironic and trying to satirize trite lyricists who are motivated by nothing but greed and shallow fame, she demonstrates a serious lack of poetic control over tone and a lack of self awareness.
Being with you is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let go
Oh yeah
The above lines are apparently filler as they are written between two choruses in the work. Perhaps Ms. Clarkson felt that her song would ring hollow if the lyrics concluded with a repetition of the chorus. These lines serve to convey the aforementioned mutually destructive relationship.
At this point it should be noted that Ms. Clarkson’s narrator feels as though her life “Suck(s)” without the object of her affections. With him, however, her life is “Dysfunctional.” Perhaps “Suck” is intended to imply a more general negativity while “Dysfunctional” implies a specific negativity that the narrator is more willing to accept.
It is more likely that Ms. Clarkson has not considered the various connotations and denotations of the words “Suck” and “Dysfunctional,” yet is counting on the shallow intelligence of the American populace to continue to provide her with a modicum of relevance.
Because the following song is most likely aimed at those with Intelligence Quotients lower than even those who listen to “My Life Would Suck Without You” the literary analysis will be more succinct and consist simply of an explanation of the meaning of each stanza.
The No. 2 single in the United States based on sales and airplay for the first week of February, 2009.
Just Dance
By Lady GaGa
The pronunciation of the second word of this woman’s name has various possibilities. It is perhaps Gah-Gah, Gaa-Gaa or Gaguh as is indicated by the lack of spacing in between “Ga” and “Ga.” There is also the less likely possibility that it is pronounced Jah-Jah.
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
These are perhaps the various names of people singing in this song or Ms. GaGa considers herself both a “RedOne” and a “Konvict” (sic). Ms. GaGa may be a monkey or other primate.
I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
Ms. GaGa is apparently at this point in the song to a level where she is unable to; understand how he does “twist the dance,” find a drink, find her keys or find her phone.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Ms. GaGa’s intoxication prevents her from understanding what is “going on on the floor.” She does apparently love this record, “baby” but due to the number of alcoholic beverages she has consumed is apparently unable to “see straight anymore.” She reminds an unknown person (possibly herself) to “keep it cool” and then in apparent and possibly alcohol induced non-sequitor queries after the name of the particular club she is dancing in. Though she, or the unknown person in response, is unable to recall the name of the club it is alright. Ms. GaGa has a speech impediment known as a stutter.
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
Ms. GaGa encourages either herself or her unknown companion to “just dance” and reminds that it is going to be okay. She also requests that you rotate that vinyl recording disc, babe.
Ms. GaGa continues to give evidence to support the theory that she is a monkey.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
Ms. GaGa thinks that she is a playboy. This may indicate that “she” is possibly a transsexual or transgender who has turned his/her shirt inside out yet does not recall how. S/he reminds us that we are all getting hosed over the course of this night. Urban Dictionary defines “hosed” as: utterly and undoubtedly affixiated in a troublesome situation.
Mr/s. GaGa believes that using roses as a metaphor is poetic.
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car
I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex and do it until tomorr' yeah
Mr./s. GaGa uses “catalog” as a metaphor for the group of people in the club. While she initially feels intimidated by the unusually large proportion of attractive women in the aforementioned club, she reminds the listener that s/he “ain’t gon’ give it up” (sic).
At this point the androgynous GaGa attempts to use a simile relating the manner in which s/he is going to pick “it” up to the way a car would pick “it” up. S/he is going to hit said “it” twice and flex until tomorrow, yeah. The meaning of these lyrics is dubious at best.
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round
And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
A second narrator refers to the GaGa as “shawty” (sic) and states that it is apparent that s/he has a great deal of energy as demonstrated by his/her rotation of hips. This narrator believes that the GaGa will leave the club with him but requests that he will for at least the near future be allowed to stay and watch the GaGa break whatever “it” is, down (this is possibly the same “it” that the GaGa will pick up like a car).
Woo! Let's go!
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
The GaGa makes an atavistic cry of excitement, surprise, delirium, and then requests that you and him/her “go!” The GaGa owns a rhyming dictionary and flipped it open at random to the page of words that rhyme with hypnotic.
Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
Spend the lasto(I got it)
In your pocko(I got it)
The GaGa may be referring to the same “it” which has already been mentioned several times previously.
Urban Dictionary defines “pocko” (sic) as: pocket.
The Urban Dictionary does not provide a definition for the term “lasto” (sic).
This stanza may be making a vaguely sexual reference.
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