Long run are the days when innocent pop princes and princesses sang anthems about puppy love and pining after their crushes. These days you are more likely to find them twerking their nonexistent ass while singing about how much Molly they did on a weeknight. But sometimes a song’s true meaning is far less in-your-face than you would think. Consider this little cheat sheet a helpful list for any of you with younger siblings or children, because those seemingly innocuous lyrics could be subliminally programming your kids to boot cocaine into their eyelids and snort bath salts off the back of a dirty toilet.
If the name Halsey doesn’t instantly ring a bell, don’t worry. All you need to know is that she’s a chick from New Jersey that stimulates poor life decisions when it comes to dating and doing drugs. Then again, that easily describes 98 percentage of all females from Jersey, present company included. It’s also possible that you do know who Halsey is but don’t quite know the real meaning of her anthem “Colors.”
If you were to watch the video for “Colors, ” you would think it was about some waspy private school daughter that had the hots for her maybe-boyfriend’s parent, who coincidentally might also be her mother’s boyfriend. Or maybe the mother wants to bang the boyfriend’s father but never sealed the bargain. Or maybe the mother is in a perpetual sexuality haze and therefore fails to notice the blatant blowjob/ jizz-on-the-chin reference at the dinner table between her daughter and her man.
Subtlety is obviously not this director’s strong point .
Either way, the girl is perving on this old man by stalking him and taking pictures of him naked in the country club locker room on the DL, which I’m pretty sure is illegal as fuck and a shitty message to send to young girls about dating. Not the proportion about becoming a real-life Lolita — although that’s probably also not a great life lesson — the proportion about taking secret pics of dudes naked and presenting them off to your friends before hopping back to class and stimulating googly eyes at your boyfriend. That’s simply cold-hearted as fuck. But despite the video, banging daddies is not at all what “Colors” is about.
According to the internet, which we all know is infallible, Halsey wrote “Colors” about Matt Healy, the lead singer from The 1975 whom she definitely-maybe fucked. In fact, according to fans that expend way too much hour looking for any piece of evidence that can back that assert up, pretty much every ballad Halsey sings is somehow about that, like if Taylor Swift hadn’t dated anyone after Joe Jonas.
Never forget. <3
Maybe they’re right. Or maybe not. Because I’m pretty sure “Colors” is really about tripping on acid.
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You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink
That imagery right there is trippy as fuck. And that journey begin to get slightly more nightmarish as the ballad goes on, which, as anyone who has done acid can show, is pretty much exactly what happens. One minute it’s all rainbows and gremlin dust and sunshine, the next you’re bugging out and rocking in a corner, crying while “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads is playing for what seems like hours and you can’t recollect whose house you’re in or where your shoes are or how your friend’s cat learned how to speak and why no one but you is impressed and freaked out by that fact. Or maybe that’s only happened to me.
Although, there is a stock photo of the event .
Anyway, the lyrics to “Colors” sound like they’re explaining a bad trip that plays like that one scene in Willy Wonka . Come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure this song isn’t about that actual scene, which is now being definitely about drugs.
A few summers ago, “Electric Feel” was one of those breezy, chill tunes that became a #SundayFunday playlist staple. It’s also one of those tunes that I’m pretty sure no one really listens or knows all the lyrics to, and if they do they don’t really care what they mean. It’s catchy and inoffensive and the perfect way to pass out to poolside.
If you were to listen to the lyrics, you might mistakenly think the anthem is about sexuality, perhaps because you’re a horny debase and think everything is about sex. But you and your dirty intellect are wrong, because the song’s about medications, specifically ayahuasca. That’s a hallucinogenic tea that has become the drug of option for rich countries and famous attempting enlightenment via whitewashed shortcuts to spirituality; hence the articles about the medication in Elle, Marie Claire, and Vice and why an indie stone band from Connecticut is singing about it.
Just your average New England kitchen .
Ayahuasca, or yage, has been used as a traditional medication in the Amazon pretty much eternally, so it’s very likely the woman MGMT is singing about meeting in the Amazon who had “the power in her hands” was part of some tea-drinking ritual and offering them the power of enlightenment via told beverage. Also the lyric that she is “teaching them to swim” likely means to “swim into consciousness, ” a new-age word that is often what people who have taken yage use to describe their experience.
More proof can be found in the video itself, which despite the initial appearance that it’s a Burning Man dance circle featuring the Gremlins actually seems to illustrate a Santo Daime-esque rite, one of the many religion ceremonies in which indigenous people in the Amazon have used the famous tea. I was confused at first, too, but witnessing ridiculous cultural appropriation occasionally has that impact on me.
Speaking of catchy summer jams, Yeasayer’s “O.N.E.” is just such a anthem. It’s the kind of tune that makes you want to skip through life footloose and fancy-free while listening to it, sort of like in the video for Men at Work’s “Safety Dance.”
And because the lyrics also voice a little bit like an upbeat breakup anthem, you may think it’s about exactly that. Maybe you thought Yeasayer was singing about some dysfunctional relationship that ended when one party had finally broken free of whatever hold the lying narcissist they last dated had on them. Or maybe that’s only happened to me. Whatever, moving on.
Writing for Cracked: better than therapy .
Despite “O.N.E.” dedicating listeners the advise to dance if they want to, the ‘8 0s-influenced electro-funktastic track is actually about — all together now — DRUGS. More specifically, addiction. When lead singer Chris Keating sings You don’t move me anymore and I’m glad because I can’t take it anymore , he’s singing about the powerful hold drugs and/ or alcohol can have on someone struggling with addiction. Now don’t you kinda feel like a dick for dancing around like some barefoot fool at a music festival knowing this song is about the powerful grip of substance abuse? Jerks.
Now, I know what you’re supposing: “Hands To Myself” is wholly about sex or, at the very least, masturbation. If you watch the video, the ballad seems like a lovely ode to batshit-insane stalkers who also likely masturbate all over the object of their obsession’s house and — despite get arrested for breaking and entering and stalking — totally get their human in the end. That’s the lesson here, dames: If you’re hot enough, you are able to pretty much get away with crazy shit like this.
However, the song isn’t about either of those things; it’s about food. No, wait, it’s drugs again. I’m reasonably certain Selena Gomez’s masturbating stalker pulled an Anne Heche and dropped some E before heading on over to that dude’s manor and rubbing up on everything in his house like a street cat in heat.
Which, OK, is kind of understandable .
Even if we entirely discount her antics in the video, the lyrics All of the downs and the uppers/ keep making love to each other connote this chick “ve been through” it( ‘9 0s club child jargon for being high as fuck ). As anyone who has experienced the roller coaster of XTC( I refuse to call it Molly again) knows it’s called rolling for a reason, and the above reasons is an ecstasy high comes in waves. Depending on the mix of the pill, your high can take you from feeling super euphoric to energetic to super dopey or emotional. In instance you need a refresher, I encompassed this here.
I absolutely believe Selena knows all about medications, because girlfriend probably required a shit ton of them to escape current realities of having dated Justin Bieber for so long. Either that, or she required them to stay in that relationship. Likely both. And I don’t blame her, because I need to get high merely to cope with the fact that I like his new album. Yes, I know it’s good, but it still feelings wrong to admit it. So imagine what having had his douchey Canadian sausage inside you must do to your brain?
Some of you are probably reading this entry and thinking, “No shit, Sherlock.” If you’re like me, the first time you even heard the title of this song, you instantly knew this song was about doing so much cocaine your face became numb because either 1) been there, said and done or 2) you’ve insured Blow and remember the scene where George Jung gets a hold of the purest coke to ever grace Hollywood. And, let’s be honest, you likely remember that scene because you were or still are a bit of a degenerate yourself and may have had a night or 12 where you felt the same way. Or maybe that’s merely happened to me. Whatever, moving on.
I’ve find my share of psychedelic cats, is what I’m saying .
But, believe it or not, there are many naive souls out there, and a lot of people think this song is romantic. Their interpretation of the lyrics is basically “I’m so happy when I’m with you, my face is numb from smiling so much! ” First of all, NO ONE is that happy, unless they’re crazy or on narcotics anyway, or a little bit of both. That’s not being cynical; that’s merely a fact of life. Second, anyone who actually knows anything about The Weeknd knows that his entire catalog is largely autobiographical, and Abel Tesfaye( his given name) has been fairly open about his time being borderline homeless and not wanting to spend a day without get high.
Third, well, I don’t have a third thing. I guess the biggest takeaway here is if you really guessed this song was about anything other than narcotics, then you’ve clearly lived a far more sheltered and innocent existence than I have and must have been raised in an underground bunker a la Kimmy Schmidt.
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