We're so helpless yet so in love...

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Rihanna's "We Found Love", featuring Calvin Harris, is as addictive as the music video is striking. The feel of the song is nostalgic, bittersweet. One can imagine a small smile as the song plays, and a person crying with that same small smile painting the facial features. It seems like someone is trying to reach out, and grab for something that increasingly becomes impossible to try and take.

Her music video captures this perfectly and the scenes portrayed work perfectly with the song to give it a feeling of nostalgia and bittersweet love. Most would regard the song as damaging and morally degrading but that's exactly the point: the song is portraying how, even though it seems unreachable, love is found. Yet this sort of love does not last and ultimately damages the lives of those involved. Others may look at it in a more positive light but it is evident through the music video and consistent listening to the music itself that one can only find that love that was at first hopeless will always remain hopeless... as well as destructive.

Love can be a beautiful thing, but love that does not improve but instead degrades one's life, how can it be called love any longer? Rihanna may not have meant to make a song with as poignant a message as that but I'd like to see it that way. It's this intoxicating feeling of falling in love and finding the good in what is supposed to be completely bad that gives this song that mysterious charm and appeal. If only love weren't so horrible...

Here is a link to the music video. Make for yourselves what you will of it. As for me, well... you already know my stand in it.

Cheers!

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  1. the3jrJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:09 PM

    lol, I see this song, much shallower than you do lol... I like to get up and dance like a roofied up European gay 23 yr old weighing 80 lbs. in Bjork-like clothing... (i was kidding if you didn't catch that) but its a great song to move to lmao

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    1. Yan YearsJanuary 26, 2012 at 3:13 AM

      You can certainly look at it in a less thorough light, but I think it's always worth it to go a little deeper. Unless of course, you want to risk limbo.

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