Keith's BlogThe Nightmare Never Ends (Where Nightmares are Made Part 2)

Keith NoakesJune 29, 2015

This is a second part to something I posted earlier.

Nightmares come in all shapes and sizes. Earlier I mentioned a song worthy of being played on a loop in hell. If I were to add another song that is just as worthy, it would be this one:

It is corny, it is cheesy, it is just plain old bad. If I were to read a Harlequin romance novel (not that I have), I would imagine this song playing in my head. I also question the choice to have this song in a loop in a grocery store. No one wants to be reminded of how alone they are while they are shopping for themselves. Those who are forced to listen to it (such as myself), want to stick pens in their ears until they start to bleed.


Taking it away from the grocery store, nightmares are present in every day life as well:

I hate how catchy this is. I can’t quite make out the words in the song. All I seem to hear are the She’s got the looks and the Na Nas. She seems to have the look but the people in the video sure don’t and what they are doing makes little sense to me. I don’t know why but listening to this makes me want to use a lot of drugs.


Oh 1990s, your crap is in a league of its own. This song just puts me to sleep. Shut the door baby, don’t say a word.

nap time

Everybody get your pepper spray ready. Everything is not going to be alright and stay away from my children. I would definitely fall asleep near this guy. Whispering in my ear like that is only going to get you a restraining order. You’re sure as hell not fooling anyone with that impostor voice of yours.


Someone must have been on drugs if they thought that this would be a good idea. The same person or maybe someone else was also using drugs when they made the video. After some research, I learned that they were foreigners. I don’t think it’s racist to not be surprised by that. Barbie’s are made of plastic for a reason.


I’d be running away from these d-bags. After watching this video, I’ve never wanted to punch someone in the face more than that stupid-looking lead singer guy. I can see that you have a message in there but I just don’t care when the person delivering it should be registered on a list of similarly looking people with an unhealthy fascination of children.


You may think that I am picking on the 90s but I was born in 1990 so I had the displeasure of having to listen to all of it. Crap is not limited to the 90s, however, as it is timeless. As long as we have ears and as long as drugs exist, there will be crap. I am not done with this train of thought as I will soon be looking into the past as well as the future for more examples of its existence.

If you want to look into this more, I would recommend these:

  • The 15 Most Annoying Songs of All Time

  • The 20 Worst Songs of the 90’s


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