[Inceldom in Art] Lyrical Analysis: Violent Femmes – Add it Up

[Inceldom in Art] Lyrical Analysis: Violent Femmes – Add it Up
The Violent Femmes were an 80s/90s rock band. Long before this subreddit existed they were writing about inceldom, Chad, and the hell that is modern high school.In this, their opus, they pen a sick narrative that could be about any one of us. The guy in the song repeatedly tries and fails to get laid, until finally turning to thoughts of murder, suicide, and fucking his own mom. Privileged normies aside I’m sure we can all relate.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7y9yChV478I shall now analyze the lyrics to this god tier masterpiece line by line:Day after day, I will walk and I will play But the day after today, I will stop and I will startA young man puts away the childish innocence and play of youth as puberty sets in. It’s all downhill from here; what little pleasure and joy life had to offer is now over.Why can’t I get just one kiss? Why can’t I get just one kiss? There may be some things that I wouldn’t miss But I look at your pants and I need a kissOur hero can’t even get to first base and it hurts so bad. Behold his obsessive repetition: “Why can’t I get just one kiss? WHY NOT JUST ONE??” He longs for a woman’s touch, but do any of these tight yoga pants wearing cunts give a damn? Of course not.Why can’t I get just one screw? Why can’t I get just one screw? Believe me, I know what to do But something won’t let me make love to youAlthough porn has taught this lad much (“I know what to do”) he will never be able to use it. Something won’t let him, that something being the retarded laws and rules of a society that deems raping one of Chad’s used sluts a crime but does NOTHING about involuntarily celibacy being forced on so many men.Why can’t I get just one fuck? Why can’t I get just one fuck? I guess it’s got something to do with luck But I waited my whole life for just one…This is reality in all its raw, painful truth. Getting sex really just boils down to luck, ie, genetic factors, ie, being born Chad. “Just improve yourself/your attitude” – a fucking joke.Day after day, I get angry and I will say That the day is in my sight When I’ll take a bow and say goodnightOur hero can see his future, a place where zero fucks will be given, either to him or about him. He’s slowly succumbing to the urge to just end it – “take a bow and say goodnight.” LDAR – the only rational option left.Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum Have you kept your eye, your eye on your son? I know you’ve had problems, you’re not the only one When your sugar left, he left you on the runOn top of all his other problems, the singer’s mom is a fucking slut-ass single mom who was inseminated and then abandoned by Chad. He has no father to help him navigate the cruel and harsh dating market and will therefore be an incel failure.Why does our society let women fuck bad boys? Why aren’t feminists lined up and shot?Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum Take a look now at what your boy has done He’s walking around like he’s number one Went downtown and you got him a gunSuddenly the young man experiences a revelation. He may never know what it’s like to enjoy sex like a human being, but he can at least make the normies pay.”Walking around like he’s number one” – fresh swag now runs through the veins of our hero. He is ascending. Becoming a divine being of light. An angel of retribution.So don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me Don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me You know you’ve got my sympathy But don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at meTypical normie scum, they previously cared nothing for the fate of yet another incel, and only now that they are faced with violence do they pretend to be sympathetic. Lies. They must all perish.Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs Can I mix in with your affairs? Share a smoke, make a joke Grasp and reach for a leg of hopeThe young man wakes up. He was only fantasizing about killing the normies, in reality he’s too pussy to do anything.He makes one final attempt at escaping his virgin hell. He goes to a party, practically begging to be accepted, and pretending like he actually enjoys dumb normie socializing (“share a smoke, make a joke”) all in hopes of prying some drunk slut’s legs apart and finally getting to fuck (“grasp and reach for a leg of hope”).Words to memorize, words hypnotize Words make my mouth exercise Words all failed the magic prize Nothing I can say when I’m in your thighsOh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother I would love to love you, lover City is restless, it’s ready to pounce Here in your bedroom, ounce for ounceHere it is, the moment of truth. Somehow in spite of having social anxiety disorder and coming off as a complete autist, he is close to getting sex. SO CLOSE….I’ve given you a decision to make Things to lose, things to take Just as she’s about ready to cut it up She says, “Wait a minute, honey, I’m gonna add it up!” Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!Just when it seems victory is in sight and our hero will finally get rid of his accursed virginity (“things to lose, things to take”), what happens? That’s right. The dreaded last minute change of heart. The dumb bitch smells the reek of virginity on our fumbling sexually inept hero, and runs, runs, runs for the hills… straight into the arms of Chad.He tried so hard. And yet, he was cucked. If he can’t get sex at a party with drunk sluts while in the prime of his own youth what hope is there? What hope? What option, other than to lie down and ROT, motherfucker?!Day after day, I get angry and I will say That the day is in my sight When I’ll take a bow and say goodnight
Hum Tv Dramas Lyrics 2015
Submitted by incellington

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