I will sing a million verses, until my last breathe out, my life flashing before my eyes. What do you sing about now? Why don't you rock it out? Why are you thinking? Get out the way and let it sing for you. Let it tell you things you never knew. Let it do the work. We have no control sometimes. Just gotta let it go sometimes. I now quit trying. What am I here for and why have I come to earth? And what is my time here? Speaking of which, if you have a song you think needs to be closely analyzed for horror content, send us an email at mailbag pastemagazine.
Still, how bad could it be? It seems like an ode to more innocent times, when all we cared about was the dance hall. How quaint! Lyrics in bold, my commentary after. Come on, Troy! This is obviously just classic feel-good Americana, hearkening back to a time of square dances and town picnics and quilting bees. Why are you so cynical? Why would you force someone to do a hand stand?
What is important is that the singer is advocating that we force women into non-consensual hand stands. You do NOT want to run across that dude in a dance hall. Or any public setting, really.
I hesitate to even ask this next question, but I feel a moral obligation: What is that next thing that you feel, Wang Chung? What is it??! Would you swing them around dangerously? Would you steal their shoes? Way worse? Adam Carolla Show. Comedy of the Week. How Did This Get Made? Doug Loves Movies. The Economist Podcasts. TED Talks Daily. World News Roundup. Daily Boost Daily Coaching and Motivation.
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