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I know. I KNOW. Nobody’s talked about “Somebody That I Used To Know” (ft. Kimbra, of all people) for quite some time now. This post is not so much overdue as it is outdated. However. I go on, undeterred.
I got very into breakup songs on my train back from Copenhagen (probably because I wanted the experience to be as draining emotionally as it was physically). And one of the songs that I listened to quite a few times was Goyte’s “Somebody That I Used To Know,” which, back when it was relevant to pop culture enough to occasionally come up in discussion, I quite liked. And I still do like it. But after listening (more times than I will confess) to the song and, very carefully, to its lyrics, I have come to an important realization:
Goyte, or the lyrical narrator or whoever, is the worst. I pity you, featured Kimbra.
A casual listen to this song leaves one thinking that Goyte is really broken up about this relationship and why Kimbra doesn’t want him in her life at all, whereas Kimbra just wants the relationship over and done with. And I can see where both are coming from. Really, I can.
However, I have now given this ditty a more than casual listen. And Goyte is not, in fact, broken up over the relationship. He begins the song saying that the relationship actually made him feel sad and lonely, and that, when they broke up, he was “glad that it was over.” And reiterates over and over that he doesn’t need featured Kimbra, or her love.
Okay. You know what, Goyte? No. You should not get to do this to featured Kimbra. This is unfair. You are telling her how little she means to you, and how glad that you are that she’s no longer the most important person in your life, but insist that you would indeed like her there as a bit player. For what purpose, exactly? To remind her every now and again of the power that, by her own admission, you wield over her? To lord your lack of love lost over her? To throw the fact that you were lonely when you were with her back in her face? There’s a great line in the film Harriet the Spy (oh, I’M GOING THERE) in which one character says to another, “You can’t be my friend if you’re not my friend.” And this, Goyte, is not friendship. It’s not even acquaintanceship. It’s you playing some sick power game because it makes you feel better about what was clearly a very unhealthy relationship for both of you, and about who you were then and are now.
Go now. Off with you. Return to being nothing more than somebody featured Kimbra—bless her and her broken heart—used to know.
This is Girls Love Beyonce feat James Fauntleroy, and it’s one his soft-centred ones. CS
Oh, gosh. We do, Drake! We really do!
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