You know what? I think I actually preferred Friday. If there's one thing more annoying than privileged tweens going on about how much partying they're going to do (yeah, I can only imagine parties at your crib are totally pimping, annoyingly smug jailbait), it's privileged tweens going on about "haters" and how they've overcome the hardships that come with people not liking your song.
Quote:
“Were you the one who said that I would be nothing
Well, I'm about to prove you wrong
I'm not the only one who believes in something
My one wish is about to come true”
I dread to think what your one wish is. Mine would be for autotune to be banned. Can't sing? Learn to rap. Can't rap? Learn an instrument. Can't even do that? Stay the hell away from my eardrums. Also, about the whole "proving you wrong" thing.... unless you can guarantee that you'll have a successful singing career outside of being known as "that dreadful child who attempted to sing something about seating arrangements in cars", I'd keep quiet about that if I were you.
Quote:
“I'm not stopping for you
No matter what you do
I'll just keep on dreaming
My head up in the clouds when nobody is around to see...”
Thanks, now I can never get on a plane again without panicking about the possibility that, while relaxing with a glass of wine and a good book, I'll look out the window and see a massive bloated Rebecca Black head hovering eerily above the clouds.
Quote:
“This is my moment, my moment
It's my time, flying high, lime, mine
Feels like my moment, my moment
I've waited for so long
But now everybody knows this is my moment, my moment
It's my time, flying high, lime, mine
Feels like my moment, my moment
I've waited for so long
But now everybody knows this is my moment, my moment”
Oh dear God. Did the writer of this song just have sex with a rhyming dictionary? What have limes got to do with this kid's self-indulgent wankery? Aside from that, all she says is how this is her moment. What an unfortunate moment.
Quote:
“You knew it all along, I was afraid of you
I thought I couldn't be myself
You tried to be my friend
But I wouldn't let you
Remember what you said
Don't miss out on your chance
Your life is in your hands
So take it just as far as you can
But trusting in youself, forget everyone else”
And the plot thickens. Apparently, people try to be Rebecca Black's friend, but she won't let them. Perhaps they disagree on her views regarding who should sit where in the average car. And what's this? Apparently, you should only trust in yourself (and naturally, it's rhymed with "everyone else"). This might explain why she decided that a new single was actually a good idea. Rebeca Black, please start trusting in "everyone else". We have a point regarding this complete and utter cack.
Quote:
“Haters, said I'll see you later
Can't talk to you right now
I'm getting my paper
Said I'm doing big things
Things you never dreamed of
I hope you are happy cause I'm 'bout to blow up”
OK, this is what annoys me. EVERYONE HAS HATERS. NO-ONE IS LIKED BY THE WHOLE WORLD. GET OVER IT.
You're getting your paper? What paper? The Guardian? The Daily Mail? The Sun? Or do you mean money? I find it hard to believe that you think money is genuinely called "paper", given that your idiotic parents forked out $2000 so you could release the last aural turd you "sang" on.
Disturbingly, Black then tells us that she's about to do things we've never dreamed of. Then she informs us that she's going to blow up. So now she's a suicide bomber or something? I'm scared. I was initially scared of looking out of a plane window and seeing her gormless mug gawping back at me, but since reading that, I'd just be glad that she wasn't actually on the plane. Seriously, some bloke in the UK gets vilified by the national press for being a bit of a dick and burning (plastic and paper) poppies, and this girl hasn't been hauled in for questioning yet? I, for one, won't feel safe until this little madam is behind bars.
