Carly Rae Jepsen — Your Heart Is a Muscle
This is arguably the best song she has. There’s a case there. It’s got that Vanessa Carlton piano and that Beyonce “Start Over” beat. Show me two things more sentimentally valuable to a woman of my age and demeanor than those two things.
There’s so much opportunity for this to be played in the finding-myself-without-the-love-I-thought-I-needed-so-that-I-can-accomplish-the-thing-this-movie-is-about-me-trying-to-accomplish-while-also-positioning-myself-to-fall-in-love-with-the-desirable-male-protagonist-I-haven’t-given-an-honest-shot-yet-because-of-[pratfall] montage. A high heel on a sidewalk. A smile and a confident walk through the glass doors into the magazine office. Hair down. Coworkers taking notice. Something lit a fire under her ass, say the eyebrows of the token gay coworker.
And I know there’s a zero percent chance Jep wrote these lyrics on her own, but she’s talking about love disparity which is a pretty complex theme all things considered, and most of the phrases/concepts track from the beginning to the end of the song.
Turn Me Up is the best pop single, but Your Heart is a Muscle is the most successful song. Ya know?
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