Natasha Bedingfield, These Words

This song is magic crack. You will hear it and be hooked instantly. You will play it again and again, and if you should have never heard it before, you will, in the future, identify it strongly with this summer, for it’s one of those summery pop songs. You know, the silly ones that the first few notes of will take you back, all the way back.

That said, silly it is. Good God, but the lyrics are horrific. Yes, I have an English degree, and that makes me a little pickier than average, but come on. The premise is that she can’t come up with decent lyrics for a song she’s writing.

You’re not kidding us, Natasha. Dear God in Heaven, I wrote better shitty poetry in high school. But not by much, which should tell you all something.

Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines

How very … very. How too too.

Nonetheless, her voice and the music create such a sunshiny little song, you may find yourself obsessed for a while. She may not be able to write lyrics, but she’s capable of all the other pop music requirements in spades.

Don’t hate me if it gets stuck in your head. Just do what I do; love it, sing along with it until whatever verse you hate the most comes along, cringe and fall silent, then begin singing again afterward.

Natasha Bedingfield – These Words