Strummed on out of that friends-with-benefits situation like whoa. When your rooster crows at the break of dawnīoom. Here's why it sounds romantic: Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babeĪnd it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe Glorious, poetic, acoustic flames.įile:Joan Baez Bob Dylan crop.jpg - Wikimedia Commons And "Don't Think Twice" is a portrait of a relationship going down in flames. " Don't Think Twice, It's All Right," by Bob Dylanįor as long as humans have been dating each other, humans have been breaking up with each other. You are my treasure, yeah, you, you, you, you areīy this point, in his mind, she's a literal thing. He then proceeds to talk to his potential lover like the world's creepiest pirate: You are my treasure, you are my treasure Yes, in the world of "Treasure," a healthy relationship is an unending stream of a man complimenting a strange woman and said woman being so totally flattered that she immediately dispenses "the sex." He respects her so much, he's actually straight-up telling her to smile! Much like Mars' character "Uptown Funk," who appears to get off on angrily exhorting girls to "hit hallelujah." Which, you know, I guess everybody's got a thing. Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, you should be smilingĪ girl like you should never look so blue. What could it be? Could it be that her jokes are funny? Could it be that she's got something in her teeth? Could it be that her nonfiction book about early modern German history is extremely detailed and informative? Nothing screams "respect" quite like a man lecturing a strange woman on the street about something she "doesn't know about herself." I gotta tell you a little something about yourselfĪh yes. Things start to go south right from the very beginning: Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby In fact, Bruno Mars basically has a lifetime pass to make out with America because of this song.īut, here's why "Treasure" isn't as romantic as it seems:Įverything about "Treasure" is retro. Pass them to a cop who pulls you over for running a stop sign, and they will think you're weird - but probably still make out with you. Pass them to your spouse and, chances are, date night is going to culminate in 47 minutes of chaste-yet-passionate frenching. Pass those lyrics to anyone on a used napkin at an eighth-grade make-out party and you'll likely get an instant toll pass on the highway to tongue-town (ew). Here's why the song sounds romantic: Treasure, that is what you are But, we don't have Michael Jackson anymore, and as tribute acts go, you could do a lot worse than Bruno Mars. Sure, it's a blatant rip off of every Michael Jackson song you've ever heard. And it prevents you from doing you, which is a thing that's gotta be done before you can do anything else. One person cannot be anyone's be-all and end-all. "Yeah! Hell yeah! What was her name again?" Photo by Jim Semlor/Federal Highway Administration. Sure, God may only know what you'd be without her, but God probably also hopes you have, I don't know, some hobbies. Investing all your happiness and sense of self-worth in any relationship - one that, by definition, might one day end - is putting a lot of eggs in one basket. Oh, and hey! Threatening to kill yourself if your partner leaves isn't loving. Because the answer, apparently, is: "I'd be a corpse!" There's a huge difference between saying: "Hey babe, you are my first and foremost everything and I'll be bummed if you go." And saying: "Welp, you accepted that job in Seattle, so I'm just gonna chug a bunch of nightshade and call it a life."īut that's pretty much the gist here. "Miles Ryan stood on the back porch of his house, smoking a cigarette." Photo by .īut there is such a thing as loving someone a skosh too much. Stroking their hair as they fall asleep while you whisper the complete works of Nicholas Sparks into their ear. There's nothing wrong with loving someone.
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