Friday, September 2, 2011

An Analysis of Friday

It's no secret that Friday is a highly esteemed day. A threshold of infinite possibilities as to what the upcoming two days could hold. Frequently, it is also home to the universally welcomed "Pay Day."

It is therefore no surprise that scores of songs have been written to commemorate this occasion. My first choice generally belongs to The Cure, but with the rise of Internet Meme Superstar Rebecca Black, my eardrums are generally assaulted every week with this abomination against the concept of "music."

Today, however, we were generous about withholding our clicks of the Lame button, and allowed the song to play straight through. As I listened to the "lyrics" I began to wonder if maybe there wasn't a bit more to this song than we were perhaps initially willing to give it credit for.

I present to you, thusly, a thoughtful lyrical analysis of the song "Friday" as performed by one Ms. Rebecca Black:

7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs

Here, we can deduce that Ms. Black is indeed an outstanding citizen – good care is taken to personal hygiene and she is very conscientious about punctuality and the importance of getting up on time.

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal

Breakfast is, indeed, the most important meal of the day.

Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’

Perhaps a commentary on the state of modern society – everyone is in such a hurry to do everything and be everywhere at once. Whether this led to or has been caused by the proliferation of “smart” technology is unclear. It’s kind of a chicken-or-egg situation.

Time is, indeed, fleeting, as Ms. Black states. It’s rare to see a teenager with such a keen sense of mortality and the inevitable sense of doom and decline that hovers over us all.

Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends

Here we can celebrate in the arrival of Ms. Black’s friends, indicating that she is a well-socialized young female. Additionally, though not explicitly stated in the lyrics (though shown in the video), they have arrived in a car, saving her from the traumatizing experience of traveling to school in a bus. Riding the bus was always unpleasant, in my experience.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

This is a very important decision, as there are varying safety considerations for each location. For example, in Driver’s Ed, we learned that the front passenger seat is also referred to as the “Death Seat” – in case of a collision, this person is most likely to suffer the worst (and most fatal) injuries. Kind makes you think twice about yelling for Shotgun, eh?

It’s Friday, Friday

Here we establish the basis for the song’s title.

Gotta get down on Friday

A command for jubilance and celebration.

Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend

Again, a generalized statement that tends to hold true – everyone does look forward to the weekend, most of the time.

Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend

Repetition of the first part of the chorus, a common technique used in most pop songs today.

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend

As Ms. Black and her friends are all clearly underage, I’m not entirely sure they truly understand the concept of “partyin’” but I do appreciate the enthusiasm that she expresses here on their behalf.

7:45, we’re drivin’ on the highway

God I hope she and her friends are of legal driving age. She looks way too young. [EDIT: a quick search of the Internet reveals that Ms. Black was 13 as of the release of this song. One must question her parents' judgement in allowing her to run around with such an older crowd, or that of the state of California for allowing 13 and 14 year olds behind the wheel, whichever is applicable.]

Cruisin’ so fast, I want time to fly

Teenagers do, in fact, have a tendency to drive above the speed limit. This is something that they will not grow out of for several more years.

Fun, fun, think about fun

Wise words of wisdom here, it is always best to focus on positive experiences and enjoyable activities. This is especially true if you find yourself in a currently unpleasant situation – when thinking about something “fun”, the situation becomes much more bearable.

You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

I don’t actually understand what any of this means. I'm sorry.

Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Earlier evidence would suggest that this decision has already been made, as Ms. Black is currently cruising down a highway, as the earlier words in this verse would suggest. However, it is entirely possible that over the course of the verse, Ms. Black and her friends have completed their school day and are now on their return trip home, and thus she is faced with this existential decision yet again. The availability of seats in each location is entirely dependent, of course, on whoever has already reached the car and selected a seat. The longer Ms. Black stands there and deliberates, the more likely it is that the choice will be made for her by process of elimination. We can see here that Ms. Black suffers from a chronic case of indecision, which is something that might affect her life choices down the road.

[Repeat Chorus a few more times]

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday

An astute observation. Thursday is, indeed, the day of the week that proceeds Friday. According to Wikipedia: The name is derived from Old English Þūnresdæg and Middle English Thuresday, which means "Thunor's day". [1] Thunor, being the English version of the Norse god Thor. Thursday is the day of LIGHTNING, y’all.

Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)

I’m a bit concerned here about Ms. Black’s preoccupation with partying. While the opening of the song indicated her dedication to being a well-adjusted individual, I fear that she may be facing a downward spiral into a life of sex, drugs, and liquor.

We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

English is clearly not her best subject in school. Perhaps that class only meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Tomorrow is Saturday

Saturday, which is sometimes the last day of the week, depending on what type of calendar one uses, was named after the planet Saturn (“Saturn’s Day.”)

And Sunday comes afterwards

Regardless of which calendar you use (Sunday being the last day of the week or the beginning of the next), Sunday does come after Saturday. Which, of course, comes after Friday, which we also know comes after Thursday. This song can serve as a useful function to anyone teaching their young children the chronological order of the days of the week.

I don’t want this weekend to end

No one does, Rebecca. No one does.

[Rap Verse]

A largely incoherent stream of abbreviated words, I will not further dissect this segment as it is largely supplemental to the sentiments already expressed in prior verses.

At this juncture, the chorus repeats a few more times and the song then (blissfully) ends.


Megs said...

I have managed to never hear this not even once. But I have a couple of issues (ahem).

1. Ms. Black states early in the song something to the effect of time ticking and everyone rushing, like she disapproves. Later, she indicates that she wants time to fly, but still later she indicates she wants to freeze time on the weekend. It's like she's trapped in an episode of Out of This World.

2. What kind of partying is the child doing at 13? I think her version of partying and my version may not be the same...

Thank you for this thoughtful deconstruction of what I have heard is the worst song in the world, even though I've never heard the song.

Finally, it's Friday! You ain't got no job; you ain't got shit to do!

Kelly L said...

Yes, yes, brilliant. I knew this should have been a collaborative effort.

Stacey said...

Even though I played the song and was ashamed of myself for doing so, I'm glad I did it in order to get this post. Brilliant breakdown of R. Black's lyrics!

likethe309 said...

I hate myself for it, but I kind of like Rebecca Black now. Her voice is awful, but considering all the hate she's received from the internet and how she's responded, I can't help but think she's a good kid.

I sound like an old lady :(

Terra said...

I think the totally random and unnecessary rap bit is my favorite. It makes an annoying song that much more nonsensical. Also, now this song may never leave my head.

Tori said...

oh no you di'int.