Blank Space

I don’t know where I was when the internet broke over “Blank Space”, but I just watched Taylor Swift’s new masterpiece.

I heard the song on the radio the other day and had one of those deep moments when you’re totally engrossed in a story; a familiar story. I know nothing about video production or direction but apparently Joseph Kahn is the tits of music video production so I’m not surprised that this video is so well done.

“She’s highly aware of one particular thing that’s happening right now — the idea that if you date her and you break up with her, she’s going to write a song about you,” explained Kahn, who said Swift is one of the smartest people he’s worked with in his 20 years of making acclaimed music videos.

“She’s aware of this. She’s not an idiot. Taylor wanted to make a video addressing this concept of, if she has so many boys breaking up with her maybe the problem isn’t the boy, maybe the problem is her.

I’m no famous playgirl with a “long list of ex-lovers” but I do think lots of women can relate to this video; so thank you, Taylor, for showing us all what we really look like when we go crazy. Some guys are really great and because women can be so many shades of different colors it can either “…be forever or it’s gunna go down in flames”.

I mean, look at these lyrics. How many ladies can’t relate? (…and yes, video is below)

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love’s a game, wanna play?

New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain’t it funny, rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let’s be friends
I’m dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it’s gonna be forever
Or it’s gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it’s over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
‘Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

‘Cause we’re young and we’re reckless
We’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank space, baby
And I’ll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You’re the King, baby, I’m your Queen
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I can make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like
“Oh my God, who is she?”
I get drunk on jealousy
But you’ll come back each time you leave
‘Cause, darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

BOYS ONLY WANT LOVE IF IT’S TORTURE
Don’t say I didn’t say, I didn’t warn ya
Boys only want love if it’s torture
Don’t say I didn’t say, I didn’t warn ya

Just…watch. Watch this lady Gatsby werk.