Don’t judge me. They’re all just so… catchy! I have a thing for words, so the lyrics are often what draw me in, then the music keeps me listening.
“Grenade” by Bruno Mars. The first time I heard this song, I switched the radio station halfway through. Lame. I thought. The weird background vocals, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” reminded me of something from The Lion King. Then I heard it again, and one line really got me. After that I started to find the chorus rather sing-along-able. “You smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car.” Not only does the lack of preposition make it seem hip hoppy, but I like the scene that’s set up, the imagery and instant storyline. The lead vocals really kept me listening. The singer actually sounds like he’s upset. And not auto-tuned. Too much.
“Forget You” by Cee-Lo. I first encountered this song on Glee when Gwenyth Paltrow was proving how “Top 40” she was. I searched it on Grooveshark, and liked the original better. Then one of my younger brothers informed me that there was a less innocent version. I read about “F*ck You” on NPR. They even recommended it as a great use of the F word in song. It’s sort of empowering and fun to sing along to. Don’t tell my mom.
“S&M” by Rihanna. I like this one because I made a version of the song for my cat. “I made be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it. Fish in the air, I don’t care. I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but tuna noms excite me.” I sing this song to Sean/Lyra daily. The cat is indifferent. Sean asks me not to sing it anymore.
“We R Who We R” by Ke$ha. Or, as the principal from Glee says, Ke dollar sign Ha. Sean liked this song before I did (he has a thing for the music of Ke dollar sign Ha). Again, I really like the way she sings/says, “DJ turn it up. It’s about damn time to live it up.” I have a thing for well-placed curse word. Also, I can imagine my mom angry, smoking a cigarette, out in the yard during the summer, mowing or weeding or something, wearing a tanks top and jean shorts, turning to me and saying, “It”s about damn time.”
“Pricetag” by Jessie J. I heard this song on the radio the other day then looked it up at work. Because that’s what I do on the job, dawg. The radio announcer said it was a great song with a great message. After I listened to it, I agreed. Also, there’s this part that’s super fun to sing along to: “Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain’t about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling. Wanna make the world dance, forget about the Price Tag.” What if the world weren’t so dependent on money, and we all just had fun? This song makes me feel happy.