When we’re done, I’ll give it an official rating on the Horrifying Scale and we’ll all assume the fetal position. If nothing else, this will help me pass on my disturbed feeling to you, the reader. As such, it MUST undergo a thorough, line-by-line analysis. That changed on my drive to the grocery store, when I overcome my usual distraction and let the rest of the song sink in.Īnd you know what? It gets real crazy, gang! It’s not innocent or melancholy at all it’s vicious and angry! It turned my entire world upside down, and I’m worried that it’s going to ruin a fun, wistful pop song forever. There was a point in everyone’s childhood, back before we built up our defense mechanisms, when we met rejection with that very innocent expression of hurt: Don’t you want me? It’s a naked declaration of unrequited love, and it’s superb.įor whatever reason, though, I’d never really listened to the words beyond the chorus. It’s a known fact that 56 percent of all men choose “Don’t You Want Me” as their main karaoke tune, and it’s not just for the awesome chorus. Super-catchy, super-sad, with a plaintive dude pining for lost love. I tend to reserve it for short drives, and it was on a recent jaunt to the grocery store that I found myself jamming out to “Don’t You Want Me” by the Human League. And since most radio is terrible, and my 1992 iPod nano battery dies when exposed to oxygen, 98.7 is my go-to for the occasional fun ‘80s hit and at least one song by Heart every 30 minutes. That’s not strictly true, or even remotely true, but it is the station’s slogan. In Durham, North Carolina, 98.7 FM plays everything.