Thursday, April 22, 2010


"I know way too many people here right now
That I didn’t know last year, who the fuck are y’all?
I swear it feels like the last few nights
We been everywhere and back
But I just can’t remember it all

What am I doin’? What am I doin’?
Oh, yeah, that’s right, I’m doin’ me
I’m doin me
I’m livin’ life right now, mayne

And this what I’ma do ’til it’s over
‘Til it’s over
But it’s far from over….."

This fantastic atrocity, the chorus of Drake's "Over", is the primary example of the shallowness of lyrics in pop music. Who cares about the message? Who cares about the messenger? It doesn't even have to make consistent sense; just string along five lines of actions that the entire world can relate to, and voila, you have a hit single. Where the hell do we start?

Um, well, he was Jimmy on Degrassi for starters.

The lyrics begin with a disoriented Jimmy in a room filled with people he "didn't know last year". He is not very happy about this.

I like to think it's because Jimmy has Alzheimer's.

That's fine and all. A song about disingenuous people all of a sudden joining in on your fame and whatnot--NO WAIT! He's been everywhere and back the last few nights! And he just can't remember at all!

Alzheimer's -- The silent killer. He had so much potential.

And finally, "What am I doing, What am I doing", which is what I ask myself when I read his lyrics.

What am I doing. What am I doing.

Jimmy continues his Alzheimer's-fueled ramblings until he took his proper dose of medication, at which point he remembers, and swerves into the third topic of this chorus; how he's gonna live life, mayne.

Jimmy's legs are about as talented as his rapping.

Now I don't know who Mayne is, but apparently this person also needs to be informed about how long Jimmy will continue living life. Which is "until it's over". Oh shit no way until it's over?

Thank you for your redundant ass advice, Jimmy.

So let's breakdown, in chronological order, Jimmy's Alzheimer-fueled chorus:

- He knows a lot of people he didn't know before, and apparently they're in his room.
- He doesn't like it.
- He's been to a lot of places.
- Does not remember them.
- Questions himself.
- He's "doing" him.
- And will keep doing that. Until it's over.

Well, I guess as long as he doesn't throw around the n-word--

"‘Bout to go Thriller Mike Jackson on these niggas"

Oh Jimmy.

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