I was wondering what the Lady GaGa song, “Bad Romance,” is about, so I Googled it. Mostly what came up were links to blogs that claim to reveal some “occult meaning.” Not much help.
The first line of actual words, “I want your ugly, I want your disease” is a bit disturbing at first hearing. My guess, though, is that it’s just some Gen Y hipster way of saying, “I want you just the way you are,” which is how Billy Joel put it in Baby Boomer terms thirty-some years ago.
Romance is as romance does, I guess. But it’s not the first pop song to try to finesse the term “warts and all.” In “Thunder Road,” Bruce Springsteen follows his uber-romantic exhortation to “have a little faith, there’s magic in the night” with the uber-dorkorrific “you ain’t a beauty, but hey, you’re all right—and that’s all right with me.”
Some guys just know how to relate to chicks.
Then you’ve got Marc Bolan telling his lady in T. Rex’s “Bang a Gong (Get It On),” “You’re built like a car, you’ve got a hubcap diamond-star halo.” And Freddie Mercury noting that while there “ain’t no beauty queens in this locality,” “fat-bottom girls, you make the rockin’ world go ’round.”
“Plastic Fantastic Lover,” Jefferson Airplane’s ode to a TV set, compliments the object of affection with “sexy lady, chrome-colored clothes you wear ’cause you’ve got no other.” And in “Greasy Heart,” Grace Slick sings of a couple who are “made for each other, made in Japan.”
Then you have The Who going on in “Bargain” about how “I’d lose myself just to win you.” These days, we’d say that’s codependency, or something. At any rate, wouldn’t it be better to find someone who could help you find yourself?
So “Bad Romance” isn’t out of place. It’s got to be better for dancing than the go-to tune at every eighth-grade basement party I ever attended: Pink Floyd’s “Us and Them.” So what if it’s about man’s inhumanity to man—it’s slow! And, hell, how many times can you dance to the opening of “Stairway to Heaven”?
Here are some more song’s that’ll put you in a romantic state of mind:
“Magnet and Steel” by Walter Egan: Kind of a guy’s love song. “There, I told you, so that you ought to know. It’ll take some time for our feelings to show.” To the point, you know?
“Romeo’s Tune” by Steve Forbert: He asks his girl to “bring me southern kisses from your room,” but I don’t think he’s making a literal reference to cocktails made with whiskey, peach liqueur and pineapple juice. Still, I can’t think of a better song at evoking the feeling of new young love. “Meet me in the middle of night, let me hear you say everything’s all right. Let me smell the moon in your perfume.”
“Escape (The Pina Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes:” Yeah, it’s silly. Putting this one on the list even freaked out my wife—and she’s used to my eccentricities.
“I Feel Love” by Donna Summer: Play it and try feeling anything else.
“Sharing the Night Together” by Dr. Hook: Oh yeah. All right. ’Nuff said.
How ’bout it ManWARriors? What are your favorite and/or funniest examples of romantic songs?