“Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go”
Let me know
Girl I’m gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go”
Whistle – Flo Rida
In the world’s list of silliest songs ever written Whistle ranks quite high. It’s hard to
see past the lyrics which are a weak metaphor for sexual activity and this song
really doesn’t beg to be analysed. It is what it is: Flo Rida asking for a blow
job. At least he’s offering to give the girl a bit of a guideline on how he
wants it done and he’s going to some difficulty “pull a damn hamstring tryna
put it on ya”.
I really like this
song. I’m not too sure why. It’s certainly not clever nor is it the beat behind
the lyrics particularly original. I only have a mild liking for Flo Rida and
his music and mostly it is because his songs are catchy and a bit of fun to
dance to after a few drinks. And I don’t like this song because I take a liking
to “blowing whistles”. No, I don’t know quite what it is about Whistle but there is something which
makes me take a liking to this song which I couldn’t possibly give you a reason
for.
I feel we spend a lot of our lives justifying and
rationalising our choices, decisions and tastes. And most of the time we can
give a reason. We eat because we enjoy the flavours of food and go surfing and
tramping because we like the thrill of adventure. I want to travel overseas
because I want to explore and meet new people and improve my worldly knowledge.
It makes perfectly rationalised and justified sense.
But there are other things in life we like for no more
reason than we simply do. I could break down every emotion I feel when
listening to Whistle and talk about
every single lyric to try find something I connect to and I still doubt I could
pinpoint exactly why I like this song. And what a waste of time and energy that
process would be when I could be simply enjoying this song. I have observed in
my time on this planet people overanalysing themselves and scrutinising every
little thing. But I don’t think you need to justify why you do or do not like
something. Sometimes you don’t know. Sometimes other people don’t need to know
what it is you connect with. Sometimes you listen to a terribly written song
about sex moves sung by a guy named after a state in America for no reason
other than you want to.
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