I Am So Sorry, Daft Punk
So when Josh and I threw “Blurred Lines” off the CD, we were left without a song of summer. Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” was the obvious back-up song, but Josh and I couldn’t in good conscience buy it since it was obviously a celebration of drug use.
She’s up all night to get stoned
She’s up all night to get stoned
She’s up all night to get high
I’m up all night to get lucky
It was just as rape-y as “Blurred Lines.” This man wanted to make sure the nameless woman’s drug-addled mind was incapable of sound thought, and then he would have sex with her Apparently that’s what “getting lucky” means to kids today.
As disturbing as this was, Josh and I still found ourselves singing this around the kitchen after the twins went to bed.
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With all the brouhaha over Miley Cyrus’s performance at the VMAs, I couldn’t believe that NO ONE WAS TALKING ABOUT DAFT PUNK’S DRUG-INFUSED ODE TO NON-CONSENSUAL SEX. Yes, she rubbed her crotch on stage, but Daft Punk was providing G-d-knows-what pharmaceuticals to some poor woman so he could take advantage of her. And that, THAT, was a contender for the song of summer? Daft Punk was just a sexualized Cheech and Chong with robot heads, and NO ONE wants to think about a sexualized Cheech and Chong with their cannabis-studded beards, even if all that facial hair is underneath a metallic mask.
In order to write a scathing post about our double standard when it comes to male vs. female gyrators (does anyone actually sing anymore, or are all musical artists now twerkers first and vocalists second?), I Googled the Daft Punk lyrics so I could ream them out about their love of passing girls quaaludes.
Oh.
We’re up all night to the sun
We’re up all night to get some
We’re up all night for good fun
We’re up all night to get lucky
That’s not really about drug use at all.
So, uh, sorry, Daft Punk. As you were.
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Mumford and Sons only sing and play music. There is no twerking involved at all. I actually adore these guys and am off to see them in concert here tomorrow.
lol!
It is so interesting how the melody/beat/structure of a song can catch our fancy but we don’t realize what the lyrics are saying. It’s frighteningly subliminal.
Ha! I was all “Whaaaat? That’s not what they’re saying!” And I was actually thinking of you yesterday as I was listening to the song, because I thought it was pretty much the opposite of Blurred Lines – the guy’s trying to get lucky, but maybe so is the girl. Meanwhile, they’re out having a good time. Too funny…
BTW, I haven’t really paid any attention to the Miley Cyrus thing, but if you do still feel the need to ream someone on their drug-use-supporting lyrics, you could go with her again, because her latest song is apparently an ode to Ecstasy. Maybe you could refocus on why the music industry would rather have 17000 Miley Cyruses for each Adele…
My song of the summer is Bruno Mars “Treasure”.
We don’t play music at home, but somehow my six year old son is walking around singing the lyrics to Blurred Lines (that he says he learned at camp). Great. Just great.
Both “Blurred Lines” and “Get Lucky” share the same producer, Pharrell. He’s one of those leering dudes in the Robin Thicke video.
Pharrell may be on the Blurred Lines video and singing on thetrack too but he is a also brilliant producer . My kids love both songs because they are fabulously danceable to and sing a long with. They have no idea what they are about. I’d rather have them watch Blurred Lines video than Miley’s dance routine as I think what she was doing was far more explicit and degrading.
Hilarious!:)