We Hart Corey
Watch you weave then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
Keep track of visions in my eyes
While she's deceiving me, she cuts my security
Has she got control of me?
I turn to her and say
Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades; oh no
Don't masquerade with the guy in shades; oh no
You got it made with the guy in shades; oh no
And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
Forget my name while you collect your claim
And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
See the light that's right before my eyes
-- “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart
The Imbiber says: What better way to protect yourself from a crazy knife-wielding psycho than a stylish pair of Ray-Bans. And having encountered a few shades-wearing fashion victims at nightclubs over the years, I think this song would have been better had the chorus been something along the lines of “I wear my sunglasses at night because I’m a big fucking tool.”
Shut Up and Sleep
When I
hold you in my arms at night
Don't you
know you're sleeping in the spotlight
And all your dreams that you keep inside
You're telling me the secrets
That you just can't hide
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
-- “Talking in Your Sleep” by The
Romantics
The Imbiber says: “ I remember hearing this song many years ago in a bar and getting all freaked out over the possibility I might unintentionally reveal some deep dark secret while slumbering. Then I started thinking about how ludicrous the whole lyrical concept is – you’ve got some poor girl with a bad case of nocturnal runny mouth who’s dating a dude that can’t wait for her to pass out in the hopes he might catch an earful of … sweet nothings? Wait a minute – he stays awake all hours of the night just to get confirmation that the chick in his bed digs him? That’s pretty pathetic, if you ask me. And why won’t she tell him she loves him when she’s awake, anyway? If she were getting it on with his brother or thought his penis was small I could understand keeping mum about it, but no. She wants him. She needs him. She loves him … so what’s with all the secrecy? Either they’ve both got serious trust issues, or the song is just dumb.”