Open any song directly in Apple Music or Spotify. It is helping me build a great playlist of songs I dont recognize right off hand. If you want to know the name of a song or artist, this is the app you want. Bug fixes and performance improvements.
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Pretty disappointed and pretty gutted about losing the songs via the app too. I mean, thinking back to when I was at school and mobiles were only just becoming commonplace, the idea back then that you could find a song simply by using your phone to listen to it would have been phenomenal, and still is when you think about it rather than take it for granted. It makes me anxious about using it as a permanent store platform. The developer, Shazam Entertainment Ltd.
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Hippies, likely on their way to a mud frolic. It's a song that just feels like love. Pure love. Young love. Love with a chill, kelp-y vibe. There's nothing wrong with loving someone. Sending them flowers. Leaving over-the-top notes in their P. Stroking their hair as they fall asleep while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear. There's a huge difference between saying: "Hey babe, you are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if you go.
That's not love. That's codependency to put it mildly. Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. It's a form of emotional abuse. Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any relationship — one that, by definition, might one day end — is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, but God probably also hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies.
Take a yoga class. Google some woodworking videos. Try kite surfing. Hell yeah! What was her name again? One person cannot be anyone's be-all and end-all. It's too stressful. And it prevents you from doing you, which is a thing that's gotta be done before you can do anything else. Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song you've ever heard. But, we don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars.
Look at that face. That face! Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-grade make-out party and you'll likely get an instant toll pass on the highway to tongue-town ew. Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-yet-passionate frenching. Pass them to a cop who pulls you over for running a stop sign, and they will think you're weird — but probably still make out with you. In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this song.
This is what happens when you write "Treasure" and you're on stage with Michelle Obama. Ah yes. Nothing screams "respect" quite like a man lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself. What could it be? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could it be that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book about early modern German history is extremely detailed and informative?
Word of advice? Regardless of how she's walking, the lady knows she's sexy. Even if she doesn't, it really doesn't affect her day-to-day so much that you, a complete stranger, need to shout it at her even over a funky disco snare.
So what if she does want to be someone else? I'd love to be someone else! I think being Ryan Gosling would be quite nice. A good way to spend a three-day weekend. Sure, there'd be an adjustment period Photo by Eamonn M. He respects her so much, he's actually straight-up telling her to smile! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk ," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit [their] hallelujah. Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a strange woman and said woman being so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sex.
For as long as humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking up with each other. And "Don't Think Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames. Bob Dylan, a guy who is good at writing songs that a lot of people like. An honest song. A powerful song. It's the song your older sister played on continuous loop for six months after her boyfriend left for college.
The song that convinced your Aunt Roslyn to leave her bank-teller job, load her four Australian shepherds into the van, and open a wind chime store in Mendocino. The song your friend's cool dad always wants to play when he invited your high school band over to his apartment to jam.
Sure, it's about the end of a relationship, but it sounds romantic. And at the end of the day, shouldn't that be enough? Relationships end. For a lot of reasons. And while there is no right way to call it quits with someone, when the dust settles, both parties can certainly benefit from a difficult, honest discussion about what went wrong.
It's not me, Joan. It's you. Ugh, women, right? You're all like, "Babe, I just have so much unspecified love to give," and she's like, "Take out the trash!
I already did the laundry, cleaned the whole house, fed the dog, did the dishes, and made both of our lunches for the week. All I need you to do is take out the trash. I'm gonna go play guitar. What did you do? Why is she trying to change you? Your time is so precious! Think about all the hours you wasted plumbing the ocean-deep, ecstatic mysteries of human partnership when you could have been futzing around with that home-brew kit.
Yes, this was worth it. The minute you start breaking it down, the message of "Don't Think Twice" suddenly starts to seem a lot less romantic. Like your sister's ex-boyfriend, who worked at the Bass Pro Shop in town for a while and now might be in jail. Like your aunt's wind chime store, which would have closed forever ago had she not received that inheritance from her mom in the '80s.
Like your friend's cool dad, who wasn't exactly, technically , paying child support. That's right. In addition to being a run-of-the-mill passive-aggressive jerk — turns out, he's also possibly a pedophile.
Even if we are to accept that this is a metaphor and she's not actually a child — which there's no indication it is, but OK, Bob Dylan — the fact that Commitmentphobe Gunderson here would willingly choose an immature partner reflects way more poorly on him than it does on her. Breaking up with anyone in such a cruel, dismissive way is a recipe for sticking them with years of therapy bills. Who has two thumbs and wrote a bittersweet folk song about hurtling through the stratosphere in a giant aluminum tube at miles per hour?
This guy. And impressive in its loveliness because jet planes were still kind of new at the time it was written. To a modern ear, this would be sort of like singing, "I'm a scoooting away on my hoverboooooard," but in a way that's somehow still folksy and heartbreaking and singable by 9-year-olds at summer camp. Not easy to do! You see — he hates to go! He just hates it! We know this, because he tells us he hates it. And why would he hate to go if he didn't love his partner just that much?
See ya! All the plaintive guitar, loping bass line, and twangy, melancholy warbling in the world can only distract so much from the fact that the song's main character is well, kind of a jerkweed. And in reality — surprise surprise! All the movies I watched alone while you were home nursing the quadruplets. All the times I drained our life savings on Zoo Zillionaire. All the random sex I had with other women.
Totally meaningless. Certainly fun to do! Really fun. Like, I had a fantastic time. But rest assured — completely empty, in an ontological sense. Yes, when you break it down, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," is less of a passionate tribute to love overcoming distance and more the deluded ramblings of a guy who needs to convince himself he's "good" despite all evidence to the contrary. And for all he claims to be broken up about having to part from his one and only, the dude seems pretty excited about the flight.
Oh, you're leaving on a jet plane , are you? Are you Zone 1? Gonna humblebrag on Twitter about the "terrible" Cibo express salad you were forced to choke down as you sat waiting to embark on your fun, mysterious adventure? Ah cool. He'll think about her while strumming and making "my love is delicate as the morning dew" eyes at a waif-y grad student in the front row. That pretty much makes up for it all. After all the betrayal and heartbreak, after basically revealing himself to be a grade-A sleaze who can't be trusted, he still has the gall to tell her to wait?
To wait for him? Unlike all the previous trips, where he's cheated a billion times, drained the family bank account, and just been a general screwup and disappointment. Percy Sledge, having a few thoughts. Sure, you can write the lyrics down, but it doesn't even come close to capturing the heartache.
The yearning. The delicious, delicious pain-belting:. From the opening lines of "When a Man Loves a Woman," we know that, at least on occasion, a man loves a woman. Back up. A man, no matter how devoted, no matter how selfless, no matter how in love, needs shelter. Otherwise, a man will die of exposure and hypothermia. A man can't put up with that kind of isolating behavior. A man needs friends! Once a man's whole support system erodes out from under him, a man will be bitter, ungrounded, and alone.
And a man's mental health will deteriorate. This is not what happens "when a man loves a woman. An abusive woman. A woman who, in truth, only loves a woman.
Side note: Lest it go unsaid, there is way more than one way for a man to love a woman. Maybe they spend every waking moment cuddling and bopping each other on the nose.
Maybe they sleep in separate bedrooms. Maybe they dress up in large, plush cat costumes and refer to each other Mr. And when a man loves a man, I imagine it feels much the same.
Or when a woman loves a woman. Or when a gender nonconforming person loves a gender nonconforming person.
Regardless of the depth of commitment, living situation, or combination of genders or sexual orientations, there's no one-size-fits-all love solution. Every relationship is a unique snowflake. Variety is the spice of life. Necessity is the mother of invention. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. It doesn't matter if it's the right metaphor, as long as it's a metaphor. Point being: Generalize at your peril, Sledge. And please, seek help! You can do this! And if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, please give these people a call. This song is perfect. You should always be listening to it. If you're not listening to it now, smack yourself in the face and Google it.
It's just that important. I am singing the phone book. You are weeping like a tiny baby. Over pounding drums and a soaring melody, Heart sisters Nancy and Ann Wilson deliver a primal tribute to the one true romantic fantasy shared by every living being on Earth: picking up an unnervingly attractive man for one night of mind-blowing sex and then releasing him back into the wild to bone — but never quite as compellingly ever again.
Counting the days since. The relationship in "All I Wanna Do" seems too good to be true. And it is. Because it's not an equally loving ,or even equally lusty, pairing at all. Good at recognizing no-win situations and delicious with lemon?! For a while, things are humming along just fine, like any wholesome, illicit, anonymous affair should:.
Sure, many of us might hesitate to pick up a strange leather-jacket-clad man standing on the side of the road for a no-strings-attached screw, but our narrator just has a feeling about this guy, and sometimes, you gotta go with your gut. But then, without warning, the song starts to sound less like an all-time great romance and more like a story men's rights activists tell each other as they vape around a campfire:. I'm not a poet.
Symbolic language often eludes me. But unless "flower," "seed," "garden," and "tree," suddenly mean wildly different things in the context of human reproduction than they have since sex was first invented in the earlys, we're talking about a surprise, non-mutually-consensual pregnancy!
Of course, metaphors are opaque, interpretations vary, etc. You might be tempted to think, "Maybe Heart meant something else by that. One: The narrator of the song is recently-deceased Jerry Orbach from this creepy New York City subway ad from nine years ago:. Photo by eyedonation.
Cool, so this all makes sense and is in no way the nightmarish scheme of a deranged sociopath who has now wrecked not one but two lives. The best you can say about that is that it's not technically illegal, and that leather-jacket man probably should have been responsible for his own birth control.
Or, at the very least, asked more questions. It's not romantic even the Wilson sisters themselves agree. And at the end of the day, the shadiest character in this song is somehow not the rain-soaked hitchhiker wandering to nowhere in the night.
You know, that guy? That guy! As catchy as "Candy Shop" is, as fun it is to dance to, and as cathartic as it can be to scream in the middle of a crowded fraternity house at 2 a. The lyrics are
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