Pop music is my ephemeral antidote from madness. There is something to be said of its hackneyed and depthless lyrics together with its maddingly preposterous beat. It's bewitching!
Move over, Rebecca Black! I got my brand new obsession: Louder by Charice. This kitschy track has pop-ness screaming on it. From its annoying kick-off to the fetching recurrence of the word "head" on the chorus, this is what pop is all about: creating a plague like a virus in your intellectual existence, thus, regressing your choice of music. From this emanates the exasperating LSS: "Let my heart speak louder than my head, head, head, head."
True to form of pop-ness, gratification proves to be fleeting. If the raison d'etre of this song is to annoy, then it serves me right. Now, if I can be excused, I'll just cover my ears before there will be blood!
Fuck you and die you obnoxious snotty nosed snob.
ReplyDeleteThis song's got a great message especially to the teens. It's not some dumb and mindless pop song like Friday.
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