Rebecca Black - Friday (aka the worst song ever)

[dubmatters]

http://www.blackbookmag.com/article/the ... lack/25196

Ha!

Rebecca, you go girl, and don't listen to all the haters who are jelous because they have none of your talent and don't have lives. This available as an I-Tunes purchase yet? Cant wait!!

LOL

[collige]

Rebecca Black’s song “Friday” may be the most profound and accurate representation of being a teenager since J.D. Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye”. Sadly, Ms. Black’s music video for “Friday” has recently come under fire. I, for one, see the music video as a misrepresentation of the songs lyrics - it has a message that needs to be taken and accounted for.

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Ms. Black is making a statement about the monotonous schedule of life that teenagers long to escape. Cereal symbolizes the childhood she has left behind for this more structured existence. She must have her cereal, because it is one of the last bastions of a childhood coming closer and closer to an end as adulthood looms. This is proven by the next two lines, in which she cries out for the world to slow down. However, this monotonous day is broken by a surprise encounter with her friends. She is so surprised and overjoyed by the event that she repeats (My friends) for further emphasis on the change.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

This short verse is a metaphor for the social anxiety most ever teen feels; it’s alternately a comment on the terrifyingly vast unknown of ones role in society after school. The double meaning is ingenious. Her friends wait expectantly for her decision, but she feels nervous. Who should I associate myself with? Would they be mad if I sat in the back or front? Ms. Black clearly feels uncomfortable in social situations. By asking what seat she can take, Ms. Black contemplates what her place in society will be when she grows up. Will there even be a place for her? Will she be in the front seat mainly with one group or in the back with another? The possibilities are open and it scares her.

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

Here Ms. Black confronts the fears of the future in a negative and possibly self-destructive way. She looks forward to the weekend, as there is no structure and one is able to do what one wants to do. However, to forget the agony of the train of adulthood barreling towards her, she spends her time partying (what kind of party we are not told) until she forgets her troubles. She looks forward to the weekend as an escape from the troubles and fear that permeate her young life.

7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

“Cruisin’ so fast” is more evidence for dealing with the pressures of the future in a negative way. One believes she almost wants the car to crash as to release her from the prison of her future. Instead of dwelling on this, however, she thinks about fun; maybe if she thinks of fun these fears will vanish. She tries to tell herself things will be alright. She has got it, Ms. Black reassures herself, I have friends by my side who can help me through this fear. And thus she believes it for a while.

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after … wards
I don’t want this weekend to end

Yesterday was oppression, today is freedom. Who wouldn’t be excited about that? Society can no longer restrain her from following her own path, whatever that may be. The weekend may also symbolize retirement, after years of work she would be able to settle down and do what she wants with her life. Tomorrow is Saturday, the complete release from structure. She does not want to live the time of hard work between school and retirement, she just wants to go from having few responsibilities to having even fewer at the end of life. She doesn’t want this period of freedom to end.

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes
Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all

This rapper, whose name is currently unavailable to me, represents a voice of reason trying to help Ms. Black through her fears. By saying she is in both the front AND back seats, he suggests that Ms. Black can reconcile her social anxiety by not choosing one side alone, embracing both and not letting any become her favorite. However, he feels angered about the pressures society puts on its teens to achieve everything. He sees a school bus in front of him and, like a bomb, wants to explode into screams. It should be Friday already, so those poor kids can have some of that ever-lasting pressure taken off!

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

With the repetition of this chorus, one realizes the emphasis she is putting on how everyone is looking forward to the end of the pressures and structures that society imposes. Her final point is that no one enjoys the structure, not fully. We all look forward to the weekends. Many people also look forward to the end of work, when life’s Saturday comes around and death awaits.

Reading these lyrics one may think it is a simple song about a girl having fun on Friday, but with all genius that is not the case. Rebecca Black has created a form of manifesto stating that everyone dislikes the pressures of society and long for the time of freedom and lack of responsibilities at the Saturday and Sunday of life: retirement and childhood respectively. Between them is the vast majority of life, work that doesn’t end until the metaphorical weekend.

The point Rebecca Black is trying to make is not that life will be horrible, but that life is hard, but it’s worth staying around till the end, because then you are allowed to finally have some fun. This is an admirable work that should be further analyzed from other viewpoints; I’m sure there is more hidden information below the surface, crawling to escape is prison like the enigmatic Ms. Black herself.

[knell]

jesus collige did you really type all that up?

EDIT: okay good, you didn't, you should cite where you got that from

also, there's this:

[collige]

jesus collige did you really type all that up?

Oh, I wish. There was a longer and more detailed one on 4chan talking about how she hates the day to day grind of getting up and the time becoming 7:45 is a metaphor for her losing her virginity, but I can't find it anymore.

[64hz]

haha thats brilliant

[64hz]

theres this too:

[Anjin]

Rebecca Black’s song “Friday” may be the most profound and accurate representation of being a teenager since J.D. Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye”. Sadly, Ms. Black’s music video for “Friday” has recently come under fire. I, for one, see the music video as a misrepresentation of the songs lyrics - it has a message that needs to be taken and accounted for.

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Ms. Black is making a statement about the monotonous schedule of life that teenagers long to escape. Cereal symbolizes the childhood she has left behind for this more structured existence. She must have her cereal, because it is one of the last bastions of a childhood coming closer and closer to an end as adulthood looms. This is proven by the next two lines, in which she cries out for the world to slow down. However, this monotonous day is broken by a surprise encounter with her friends. She is so surprised and overjoyed by the event that she repeats (My friends) for further emphasis on the change.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

This short verse is a metaphor for the social anxiety most ever teen feels; it’s alternately a comment on the terrifyingly vast unknown of ones role in society after school. The double meaning is ingenious. Her friends wait expectantly for her decision, but she feels nervous. Who should I associate myself with? Would they be mad if I sat in the back or front? Ms. Black clearly feels uncomfortable in social situations. By asking what seat she can take, Ms. Black contemplates what her place in society will be when she grows up. Will there even be a place for her? Will she be in the front seat mainly with one group or in the back with another? The possibilities are open and it scares her.

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

Here Ms. Black confronts the fears of the future in a negative and possibly self-destructive way. She looks forward to the weekend, as there is no structure and one is able to do what one wants to do. However, to forget the agony of the train of adulthood barreling towards her, she spends her time partying (what kind of party we are not told) until she forgets her troubles. She looks forward to the weekend as an escape from the troubles and fear that permeate her young life.

7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway
Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

“Cruisin’ so fast” is more evidence for dealing with the pressures of the future in a negative way. One believes she almost wants the car to crash as to release her from the prison of her future. Instead of dwelling on this, however, she thinks about fun; maybe if she thinks of fun these fears will vanish. She tries to tell herself things will be alright. She has got it, Ms. Black reassures herself, I have friends by my side who can help me through this fear. And thus she believes it for a while.

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after … wards
I don’t want this weekend to end

Yesterday was oppression, today is freedom. Who wouldn’t be excited about that? Society can no longer restrain her from following her own path, whatever that may be. The weekend may also symbolize retirement, after years of work she would be able to settle down and do what she wants with her life. Tomorrow is Saturday, the complete release from structure. She does not want to live the time of hard work between school and retirement, she just wants to go from having few responsibilities to having even fewer at the end of life. She doesn’t want this period of freedom to end.

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes
Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all

This rapper, whose name is currently unavailable to me, represents a voice of reason trying to help Ms. Black through her fears. By saying she is in both the front AND back seats, he suggests that Ms. Black can reconcile her social anxiety by not choosing one side alone, embracing both and not letting any become her favorite. However, he feels angered about the pressures society puts on its teens to achieve everything. He sees a school bus in front of him and, like a bomb, wants to explode into screams. It should be Friday already, so those poor kids can have some of that ever-lasting pressure taken off!

It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

With the repetition of this chorus, one realizes the emphasis she is putting on how everyone is looking forward to the end of the pressures and structures that society imposes. Her final point is that no one enjoys the structure, not fully. We all look forward to the weekends. Many people also look forward to the end of work, when life’s Saturday comes around and death awaits.

Reading these lyrics one may think it is a simple song about a girl having fun on Friday, but with all genius that is not the case. Rebecca Black has created a form of manifesto stating that everyone dislikes the pressures of society and long for the time of freedom and lack of responsibilities at the Saturday and Sunday of life: retirement and childhood respectively. Between them is the vast majority of life, work that doesn’t end until the metaphorical weekend.

The point Rebecca Black is trying to make is not that life will be horrible, but that life is hard, but it’s worth staying around till the end, because then you are allowed to finally have some fun. This is an admirable work that should be further analyzed from other viewpoints; I’m sure there is more hidden information below the surface, crawling to escape is prison like the enigmatic Ms. Black herself.

what if your right...

[collige]

Found it. It's really long:
http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2746 ... 001672.jpg

[Duffman]

I'm not sure, I still think 'the time (dirty bit)' is the worst song ever.

Though the way see sings Friday with the auto tune


Also, the back story to the song http://www.bohemian.com/citysound/?p=7181

[dubmatters]

Found it. It's really long:
http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2746 ... 001672.jpg

Was that written by her mother or the twats that paid for her studio time and video?

Oh wait...

[Phigure]

FRY DAY

FRY DAY

[Phigure]

does anyone else laugh when she says "gotta have my bowl"

[Sexual_Chocolate]

does anyone else laugh when she says "gotta have my bowl"

LOL. gotta wake up for that Bowl of Special K.........

but anyways. i remember when i was a kid, i got a book for my 4th birthday, and it was a book where you can add the name of the recepient (and afew of there friends) into the storyline. i thought that was a great idea...

....but this is just ridiculous.

[apmje]

I HAVE THAT BUTTERFLIES SONG IN MY HEAD.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

[jdw]

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[AllNightDayDream]

[stappard]

Posted by Valerie on Mon Mar 14, 2011 at 11.34.

I love how she just assumes she can take the front seat even though there's ALREADY SOMEONE IN IT. What a little bitch.

[knell]

a challenger appears:

A,B,C...1,2,3.... That girl wore her jeans like meee
i bet she's mad, cuz i look fab
ha ha ha ha ha, jack my swag
sticks and stones, may break my bones
my mine look new and hers look so oooold

[Shum]

^ I wish I could get away with writing songs like that ha ha.

[clifford_-]

what the hell does 'jack my swag' mean??
steal my shit? thats what itd mean round here...