The following is a guest article by Jason Kane.
2013 is coming to a close, which makes many look back on what an astounding year it has been. Great Britain welcomed a new prince, the Catholic Church welcomed a new Pope, and the world said goodbye to Nelson Mandela and Margaret Thatcher.
Pop culture had its share of highs and lows as well. From Miley Cyrus twerking on stage to the sad loss of Cory Monteith, it was a year we will never forget. Likewise, the year introduced song lyrics that will haunt us forever.
Worst Pop Lyrics
It's My Party - Jessie J
"Don't you get tired of being rude. / Aw, come on and give me a hug, dude."
The catchy pop song, "It's My Party," features a number of cringe-worthy lyrics, with the most egregious example appearing in the first verse. It's no "Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes after," but it is close.
Let me start by saying I’m a massive fan of bubblegum pop music. A few days ago, I admitted to my co-workers that I got tickets to see the Backstreet Boys for Christmas, and that I was un-ironically excited to attend the show. (I went, by the way, and IT WAS AWESOME.) I effectively obliterated whatever “cool” points I’d amassed (none) in my unabashed love for awful pop songs.
That said, I’ve never gotten on the Taylor Swift train. Like, ever.
At least not until her latest two singles. But I’m so in love with "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" and "Trouble" that I just went ahead and bought her latest album. Millions of others can’t be wrong, right?
Regardless of how you feel about "Red," it’s shattered records for album sales, garnered the star a boatload of money, is one of the hottest concert tours, and, yes, falls victim to some awesomely-bad pop lyric tropes.
To be fair, pop music is never intended to actually be deep. It’s supposed to be fun! It’s that in being fun, half the time the song lyrics are nonsense, and the other half of the time they’re embarrassingly bad. But the good kind of bad. Let’s start with a few from country queen Taylor, shall we?
The lyric: Loving him was red/Yeah, yeah, red/We're burning red/And that's why he's spinnin' 'round in my head/Comes back to me, burning red/Yeah, yeah/His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
The verdict: Taylor will not be winning awards for her metaphors anytime soon.