Cascada, an artist whose name I didn’t bother to learn when I first heard this song specifically because it’s a standard pop song and won’t matter in 6 months anyway … which yes, sounds superior and snobby. I have to sound that way no matter how I sing the song to myself in the elevator, because I was a music major. It’s a requirement. They make you swear it on a music theory bible and everything.

Anyway, have you ever listened to this song, and really listen to the lyrics? I think she’s trying to warn us of something.

Evacuate the dance floor!

I’m infected by the sound!

Stop! This beat is killing me!

Hey, Mr. DJ, let the music take me underground.

Obviously by that last line in the chorus she’s given up and decided she may as well die happy and dancing, because no one is listening to her pleas for assistance.

In case you don’t plan to waste precious minutes of your life watching that video, and to help you understand the critical nature of the song, I’ve created these illustrations for you. It acts both as a warning AND a synopsis. TWOFER!