“It’s not what, good girls do
not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey”

Know why I like Katy Perry’s “I kissed a girl” (apart from the fake lesbo thing, obviously)?
It’s the same reason I love Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars“, Garbage’s “Stupid Girl“, Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” or.. the whole Depeche Mode’s discography!
It’s because.. I get all the lyrics! (well.. not all, actually.. let’s say a good 90%)
Oooohh.. yesss! No need to search the net for ‘em. I just need to pay a little more attention while listening to the song and.. bingo! You should see me singing Britney’s “Oops! I did it again“, oh.. I insist you should, dear readers.
That’s the problem with non-Anglophones like me: we often have to content ourselves to appreciate a song by its melody and by its sound only, and nothing else. If we are rrreal fan of a band, we push ourselves to learn all the lyrics of their entire production by heart (that’s what I’ve done with The Cure or PJ Harvey).
I don’t have the faintest idea of what Busta Rhymes‘ or Missy Elliot’s lyrics are about, and..
Anthony Kiedis, believe me, you’d be undoubtedly cool even if you sang more clearly! I mean.. (almost) everyone here in Italy could sing “Under the bridge” perfectly, but.. I had been humming “we, beards of shave, so lonely, have youuu” for years, before reading the correct words of “Scar Tissue“.
I think REM’s “Losing my religion” can sum up the situation: if you happen to stumble upon a campfire on the beach here in Italy, you’ll hear dis-tinc-tive-ly “every whisper“, “my confession“, “oh no I said too much“, “that was just a dream“, “that’s me in the corner” and NOTHING ELSE! steadily emerging from a long and shy continuous murmuring sound.
That’s what happens in church. More or less. Uh.. whatever!..