this is me messing around on the iphone/ipad, trying to play the intro to my favorite song of the year.
this song is so good. but i’m baffled at how some professional critics have misinterpreted the track completely.
take Ann Powers from LA Times, for example. she basically interpreted the song as a middle-finger anti-apology anthem.
the song is clearly a confessional ballad from a man who admits he has inner demons–issues with confidence, self-love/loathe, insecurities, etc.
i don’t know how she saw that as Ye giving the finger to his critics. other critics also thought the song was directed at Taylor Swift? what?
i think the song is directed at all the women he’s loved and hurt. i mean, it’s not that hard decipher the lyrics, right?
“i can have me a good girl and still be addicted to hoodrats”, “i know i did damage, cause the look in your eyes is killing me”, “i dunno what it is with intimacy, but i’m not too good with that shit”.
and of course, “baby, i’ve got a plan, run away as fast as you can”.
what Ye is saying is clear: i know i’m a bad guy, and i know i’m hurting you. you deserve better, because you’re a good girl. so run away from me, because i can’t stop myself from being a jerk. i’m so torn.
that’s the message of the song and, along with the breakbeat, the autotune isolated vocals, the distorted vocal solo, and the drawn out keyboard note, makes the song abso-fucking-lutely harrowing.
best song of the year. and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is the best album since 2007’s In Rainbows.