Today I won't talk about lyrics I like. Today it will be about lyrics I dislike.The song is called Low and it is sung by two guys called Flo Rida and T-Pain. I said sung, because I have no idea who the composers are... and I'd prefer not to know. This song was very popular in North America in the summer of 2008.
First of all, this is one of those ugly songs that you, as a Spaniard, listen on the radio and think "Oh, what cool song! It makes want to dance!". Because, all right!!, it is a catchy song. But as you become more interested on the song (maybe after dancing it at clubs 500 times all summer long) and you look up for the lyrics (or you listen to the lyrics) you will find out how sexist they are. Then you will think, as it happen to me, "oh my god, how can i even dance this?". I think it happens the same for English speakers, the lyrics go through their ears as if they were foreigners and wouldn't understand a word.
The true is that the lyrics of this song, among many others, don't really matter because this kind of music it is not done for music lovers. It is done to win lots of money by becoming the summer song and the song most danced at clubs. So its rythim is catchy and repetitive, and its lyrics silly and mostly sexist with a high sexual content. How can we fight for equility between men and women if those songs adressed to the youth pass on the wrong message? And the worst thing is that they are played openly on the radios and on TV, where kids listen to it and learn their lyrics.
Low talks about a girl that the singer (a man) met one night in a club. I'm going to quote some lines (in italic) that I find particulary shocking and after I will make little comments (in brackets). Oh, but first I have to say that I coulnd't find a reliable page with the lyrics, because it contains lots of slang terms and each person writes them as he/she likes. So it might be that some words are not well spelled.
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa (I bet that he means a part of her body)
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa (I bet that he means a part of her body)
(...)
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes (Haha, he is not silly)
I'm into that, I love women exposed (Excuse me?)
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes (Cash? I don't know what to think of this verse...)
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes (Cash? I don't know what to think of this verse...)
(...)
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan
(...)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands (This is the wrong message that I was talking about)
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands (This is the wrong message that I was talking about)
(...)
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder (Why would do that for? I don't think he's giving her a horsey ride...)
(...)
Shorty was hot like a toaster (What a nice comparison)
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster (This line pass on the wrong message to the teens too)
She showed her
(...)
Shorty was hot like a toaster (What a nice comparison)
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster (This line pass on the wrong message to the teens too)
She showed her
(...)
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash.(...) (So definitely, she was a protitute. To me, looks like he talks about women as if we all were prostitutes)
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash.(...) (So definitely, she was a protitute. To me, looks like he talks about women as if we all were prostitutes)
And I could go on and on.
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