The Fluky Jive

(foolish talk of chance circumstance)

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5.12.2010

This needed to be done a long time ago

      
    
I have taken the liberty of annotating "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus. My own comments appear in parentheses below:

I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan (So far, so good. I wear cardigans, like, all the time.)
welcome to the land of fame excess, am I gonna fit in? (I dunno... are Disney Channel kids "normal"?)
Jumped in the cab, (/limo)
Here I am for the first time (Psh, why would Miley Cyrus go to Hollywood? It's not like she's a movie star or anything.)
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy (I have to applaud the figurative language, here.)
Everybody seems so famous (Even the famous people are famous!)

My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick (Those pine-scented cab fresheners'll do that to you.)
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio (Cab Driver, from this day forth you shall be known as... TAXI MAN!)
and a Jay Z song was on (Oh, Jay Z. What a character. With his swagger and his empire state of mind.)
and the Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on

CHORUS:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away (Jay Z does have that effect on people...)
Noddin' my head like yeah (Like what?)
Moving my hips like yeah, (I really don't think that "yeah" is a legitimate simile...)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA (Except actually it's in Los Angeles.)
Yeah, It's a party in the USA (/LA)

Get to the club in my taxi cab (/limo)
Everybody's lookin at me now
Like "who's that chick, thats rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town

Okay, time out! Here's a snapshot from the music video:
She's hardly wearing anything, and she's dancing/"moving her hips like yeah" in front of a shiny, metallic background. I don't think people (namely guys) are gonna be looking at her feet. Just sayin'.

So hard with my girls not around me (In the music video, she's surrounded by *female* backup singers.)
Its definitely not a Nashville party (Again, in the music video, she's in a dust-covered parking lot, wearing cowboy-esque things, standing in the back of pickup trucks.)
Cause' all I see are stilletos (Apparently stilletos constitute a genuine city party.)
I guess I never got the memo (No, you just flew to LA on a plane by accident.)

My tummys turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick (Parties make me feel that way, too.)
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune (Thank goodness!)
and a Britney song was on (Oh no...)
and the Britney song was on (I guess she got over Jay Z.)
and the Britney song was on (It was probably "Womanizer"...)

CHORUS:
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away (Not surprising. I imagine that if Britney Spears were around, butterflies wouldn't be.)
Noddin' my head like yeah (Wait... I'm starting to comprehend this...)
Moving my hips like yeah, (Never mind. 'Still doesn't make any sense.)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA (/LA)
Yeah, It's a party in the USA (/LA. It still would have rhymed, too! If she had just kept her story straight.)

Feel like hoppin' on a flight
Back to my hometown tonight (...I'm noticing a trend.)
Something stops me every time (Cue taxi man.)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright! (She could just get an ipod and not have to worry about any of this DJ business...)

Blah blah blah chorus line followed by insane laughter and people doing flips in a cage. (wtf?)

Oh well. Is it too much to ask for a STAGGERINGLY BRILLIANT LYRICIST nowadays!? Apparently. I'm not saying Miley Cyrus is a bad person. Certainly the entire preteen population of America is somewhat infatuated with her charms and annoyingly catchy melodies. Either that or it's her show on the Disney Channel. (She has the best of both worlds, ya know.)

Don't even get me started on Selena Gomez.