A)Think is a Really Bad Song, but;
B)Love anyway
Harrogate kicks things off with one of his very favorite songs that suck:
Next time you're teaching figurative language in a lit class, why not break out:
With you I'm not shy to show the way I feel
With you I might try my secrets to reveal
For you are a magnet and I am steel
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Note especially the "guitar solo" at the 2:10 mark
I keep trying to think of a song to post that meets your requirements, Harrogate, but I'm having trouble. You see, if I like a song, I can't really think of it as bad.
That's not to say, however, that I'm not embarrassed for liking it. There are many that fit that criteria for many reasons. "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis is one such song. I like it, but I wish I didn't. And I'm embarrassed that I do. I sing along (out loud, no less) with Lewis every time the song comes on the radio. And one time, I sat in a parking lot, refusing to get out of the car until the song was over. Oh, the shame!
I should likewise be embarrassed about my love of Air Supply. But I'm not. Go figure.
I have to say, Matthew Sweet and Susanna Hoffs to a fine-fine-fine cover of this on their Under the Sheets albumn of duets, As far as your requirements, the wife and I have had fun dissecting the following supermixed metaphor:
"Take these broken wings
You've got to learn to fly, learn to live and love so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up for us and let us in
Yeah, yeah!
Ooooooh, yeah"
Not just for the image of lovers with broken wings flying (poorly) into a book which only opens when people sing-- a video game image if ever their was one-- but that it is so key a sentiment that it is repeated four more times.
This line, however,
"That you're half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole,"
has long convinced me that this song is in fact about the damaged, song-induced flight of winged, incestuous conjoined-twins as they plummet toward an opening (vaginal?) book.
That, of course, or it is an icky Daedelus/Icarus thing.
But, dammit all, I still hum that song.
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