TODAY IS FRIDAY,
TOMORROW IS SATURDAY,
AND SUNDAY COMES AFTERWARDS.
Art. Pure, unrestricted art right there. I don't think I can even begin to fathom the densely layered symbolism of that, there's too much subtext. What is Friday? Is it a complex, harsh metaphor for impulsivity and teenage abandon? Rebecca Black bared more of her timid, yet powerfully controversial soul in these prodigious gems of songwriting perfection. We see the '-day' theme carried throughout the entire stanza, it foreshadows the untimely demise of the weekend as a being and the futility of our well meaning efforts to provide a safe space for exploration of the self, and at the same time reveals a startling insight into the fast-paced 'she'll be right' culture saturating todays youth.
Pure art.
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