Stop embarrassing yourself. The first song aka "Welcome To New York" already give what you're going to hear later: garbage. Never ever compare Teenage Dream to this horrendous record.
It's quite telling that it's only Katy (minus the amazing Ainsworth and KPismylife) and Beyoncé stans telling people what to think about '1989.'
Really? I don't think youre a hater, but Teenage Dream, E.T. and The One That Got Away are pretty good tracks. Teenage Dream has a lot of HIGHLIGHTS as you've seen there's a bunch of hits, otherwise 1989... maybe Out Of The Woods and Bad Blood, the rest can rest in peace.
Still can't get over the opening couplet, what kind of Fiona Apple - Valentine teas?
It's growing on me sis and it should make the top 10 of the album soon.
I love how mature this album is even if it's produced by Max Martin. Like that should show how in control she is of her music. Besides Bad Blood that is.
Did you actually listened to 1989? SIO could have been sung by Katy I agree but the rest is taykor to the T. If you are familiar with her music then you would definitely recognize her style in 1989
1989 sounds like Double Rainbow, Ghost, Spiritual, This Moment, Love Me etc. It's all PRISM filler.
Did you actually listened to 1989? SIO could have been sung by Katy I agree but the rest is taykor to the T. If you are familiar with her music then you would definitely recognize her style in 1989
Her style is acoustic country songs
I do recognise her writing style but some of the songs are interchangeable with any song in Prism. The similarities are too many for comfort tbh
You didn't see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
That's all I'll do cause I'm not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I'm amorous but out of reach
A still life drawing of a peach
I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done
I watch you live to have my fun
I root for you, I love you
You you you you
I root for you, I love you
You you you you
I made it to a dinner date
My teardrops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance but lost my nerve
I cramped up in the learning curve
I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I'm resigned to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you
who else?
