Song Review, “Hip To Be Square” by Huey Lewis And The News

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Song Review, “Hip To Be Square” by Huey Lewis And The News

I’m not sure if the singer’s lack of care is proven, or if exercise doesn’t involve care because of his passion, since ambiguity is quite often a mystery for someone (the song narrator) who’s constantly in check with his feelings about wit or stagnations from absent judgment.  Huey’s clothes isn’t an excessive shield to his lusty magnitude, but paintbrushes to his jocular trail of tears.  The music video is on YouTube.  Huey’s sense of the truth doesn’t have to be exact when the world isn’t its own witness, considering hip technicalities that fall into play with slow motion from the band’s endurance of this performance.  Huey’s chants are sometimes paused and complement involving “saxations” (to quote smooth jazz saxophonists), indicating humorous romance that’s determined prejudice when the singer’s witty ignorance is a clever hint of his informal prominence with interesting haircuts by planetary freeways.  “I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around, but I couldn’t take the punishment and had to settle down.”  His lyrics are shapes which illustrate his powerful dismissal of questionative drifters leaning towards sensible goals, acting as regressive memes for glorified sociality while Huey manages a convincing voice to his motivating associations.  A song implies knowledge of physics just as a sound becomes a symbol for materials, thus Huey’s demonstration here is intriguing romance against doubts of nostalgia only because our homes for performances keep changing.  Fresh grammar can be a sign of new ideas, so I’m not bookish about stories I don’t know or constantly shifting from boring pleasantries in order to be selfish, but wishing upon artists to get self-help for life’s obscurity and interest in friendship.  I write this way and listen to “Hip To Be Square” because I want to get to truths that are higher than light and reaching around the darkness again, very much in tune with my whole body in the name of squares and dudes with destiny.  Huey’s reflective about the enraptured band’s melody of high voice customer information, entering a slanted dimension where rock musicians have polite compensation for doubts rendered as positive clues to hyper cultures.  Huey’s perceptions like mine most certainly aren’t dull and the song contains lines of lyrics that act as honest frames of visual opinions, which of course are heard from the ears by our brains after we wake up from our first messy birthdays.  History in the making is a chance if not thousands of risks, and Huey’s creative embarkment of friendly listeners is an act, a part of music industry processes, noting also that excellence is a point of magnification while serving as a stress factor for performance athleticism.  Still, I hope that saxophones keep playing in an age where troubles are promoted and virtue is on artist demand; to tell the reader the truth, I’ve enjoyed the sound quality of “Hip To Be Square,” so while I can’t judge a song by its price, I can judge a price by its song.