Unless you have literally been living under a rock (or listening exclusively to NPR) you've heard the song, "We Are Young," by the band Fun. It is super catchy, and I caught myself singing the chorus at full voice the very first time I heard it.
I didn't give the song much thought until I was at a family event a few weeks ago and somebody had put "We Are Young" on repeat. (Crazy thing is that I didn't notice it was repeating until at least the fourth time through.) It wasn't until a 14-year-old girl was singing the lyrics that I actually listened to what I was hearing.
Yes, I realize that I'm about to offend some of you. And I'm not sorry about it.
We won't look at all of the lyrics, but I've taken the liberty of interpreting the first few lines of the song below. You're welcome to disagree!
Give me a second, I need to get my story straight.
Translation: I'm lying. And I haven't quite figured out what I'm going to tell you yet, so chill.
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State.
Translation: The people that I associate with, whom I'm like and whose behavior I emulate, are in the back doing illegal drugs. And not a little. They're doing a lot of them. They're getting absolutely, completely wasted. Did I mention that I'm like them, and that I like them?
My lover, she's waiting for me just across the bar.
Translation: I've abandoned the person I came here with, presumably my, um....date, to talk to you.
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar.
Translation: Presumably, you won't let me sit by you, and you're making reference to an injury that you received.
And I know I gave it to you months ago, I know you're trying to forget.
Translation: I'm the one who caused your injury. I might have abused you, or caused an accident or something, and now you're trying not to let it bother you.
But between the drinks and subtle things - the holes in my apologies - you know I'm trying hard to take it back.
Translation: We're drinking alcohol, and I'm hoping that my behavior and the environment will distract you, because I'm not really sincere about apologizing to you, but I really want you to tell me that it's okay and that you forgive me.
So if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down, I'll carry you home. Tonight...
Translation: We're going to be here all night because we have nothing better to do than sit in a bar and drink, and you're going to drink so much that you pass out. Then I'll literally pick you up and take you home, presumably my home, and then we'll, um......talk some more. Right....
Do we need to go on? I'd rather not, because this is just too much "Fun" for me.
Again, I don't care what you're listening to, but you have a responsibility to yourself to know what your music is saying, and what you're saying when you sing along.
Happy listening!
Again, I don't care what you're listening to, but you have a responsibility to yourself to know what your music is saying, and what you're saying when you sing along.
Happy listening!
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