She is super serious...and pouty |
by Ben Howard
Now we bring you Bad Music Theology, one man’s quest to
over interpret bad music in a quixotic attempt to make vaguely mediocre
theology.
Once upon a time a few mistakes ago
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me
I guess you didn't care, and I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard you took a step back
Without me, without me, without me
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me
I guess you didn't care, and I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard you took a step back
Without me, without me, without me
In the opening lines of the song, Taylor makes an interesting
theological turn. She seems to be talking about a crisis in her life that is
the result of some sort of sin, but instead of discussing the ideas in terms of
individual acts, she personifies the sinful nature which she finds herself
battling against.
She represents this personification of failure as a stalking
predator, who had her in his “sights” and got her “alone”. Next we see the
baiting relationship as the personification entices Taylor with its illicit
promises before removing those promises as she takes the bait.
And he's long gone when he's next to me
And I realize the blame is on me
And I realize the blame is on me
In retrospect Taylor realizes the folly of this course of
his action, acknowledging her own culpability in her pain…
'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Just look at the desperate loss in her eyes |
Ah, what agony, what ecstasy! The knowing and willful ignorance of a situation
you should have avoided in the first place. But oh, who can resist the
temptation of metaphorically flying “to places I’d never been” only to find
yourself “lying on the cold hard ground” listening to layered Dubstep to
simulate the earthquake of emotions you’ve experienced. Was there e’er of tale
of such woe? Eh, it is Taylor Swift, it seems apropos.
No apologies, he'll never see
you cry
Pretend he doesn't know that he's the reason why
You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning
Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street
A new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be
And now I see, now I see, now I see
Pretend he doesn't know that he's the reason why
You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning
Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street
A new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be
And now I see, now I see, now I see
In a quest to restore her lost dignity in the face of her own disappointment,
Taylor attempts to hide her pain. She seems lost, lonely. Here we see the
plight of the modern church which has overly emphasized the shame one should
feel in the face of failure. Instead of sharing her pain with her friends,
family and community, Taylor finds herself “drowning” in tears, hiding from the
world. She hears rumors, whispers, and watches as she is reduced to a “notch in
your belt.” Only now does she truly see, see, see.
He was long gone when he met me
And I realize the joke is on me, yeah!
And I realize the joke is on me, yeah!
It’s not a joke Taylor. Oh no. This is no laughing matter. Yeah!
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
With her recognition and anger reaching a fevered pitch, Taylor continues to
reflect on how she could have been so taken in by this, this, thing, this
personification of wanton desire. Oh how she, “knew you were trouble when you
walked in.” She feels shame and she feels troubled.
And the saddest fear comes creeping in
That you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything, yeah
That you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything, yeah
Taylor comes to the profound realization that she is not the ultimate victim in
this situation, but that her confused, angry, personification of evil and sin
can never feel warmth, can never love anyone. Poor personification. *tear*
Taylor with a jaunty hat |
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in (you were right there, you were right there)
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in (you were right there, you were right there)
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
I think this is where Taylor goes off the rails, and the rest of Christian
thought as well. Instead of reflecting on the sadness inherent in this
personification of evil, Taylor redoubles her own cries of anger, heartbreak,
shame and victimization. With the ability to finally uncover new metaphysical
understandings of how the world functions in its brokenness, Taylor, like the
wider Christian world, succumbs to the shallow desire to focus on self in the
interest of protection.
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble, trouble, trouble
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble, trouble, trouble
All nuance is lost as Taylor rides off into the sunset
reducing the personification of sin which has given her so many problems to
mere “trouble, trouble, trouble”. Ah, if only we were to wrestle with the true
implications of this pain and not dismiss it all as trouble.
Peace,
Ben
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