Why do you want singers to cater to children and families?
Her obsession with childhood is creepy. She's either a pedophile or Capitol's puppet. She could be both and Capitol is just covering up her tracks. What a disaster it would be for them if kids started making claims
And Gaga's using the gays for money and stealing from Madonna's moves. It's kind of creepy how much she gives to the gays just for the sake of a hit.
I don't need to watch the Birthday video. In the song she sings "let me get you in your birthday suit so I can bring out my big balloons." For that alone she should be shot.
Yes Gaga wants a hit so bad that's why he is worth $180m sitting pretty with his rent-a-boyfriend. Ddddd that argument doesn't werk. He isn't greedy he is just stupid and literal.
I actually liked the Last Friday Night video () and song even though I want to hate it
If Birthday is anything like it I might enjoy it. It might be perfectly silly. But most of those characters are just
stupid and borderline stereotypical just like every other thing Katy Perry dresses up to be to look cute.
It's funny how Katy's videos get edited in weeks and are a masterpiece while Gaga takes months to release a ****** video because she can't let the professionals do the work and she wants to take credit for everything for the sake of her saying "I did it myself". Stuck up pretentious bitch.
I don't need to watch the Birthday video. In the song she sings "let me get you in your birthday suit so I can bring out my big balloons." For that alone she should be shot.
we all remember being a child and hating how no adults felt like they understood us or cared
when people turn into teen and older they forget about children and shove them to the side
I listen to alternative music, with just enough mainstream sprinkled in there to keep me relatable.
That's the best way to do it! So many people here are Pop-only minds and never embark out into other musical acts. Music listeners should take pride in an ever-growing and diverse taste
You close my eyes and soothe my ears
You heal my wounds and dry my tears
On the inside of this marble house I grew
And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too