This goes out to you, Happy.

Tomorrow is my brother Patrick's 41st birthday, and to honor him on this special day, I will break down his favorite song: Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes and Adam Levine. My comments are in italics.

My heart's a stereo

Got it, heart=stereo
It beats for you, so listen close

When you say "it", I am assuming you are referring to your Stereo Heart, as featured in the title of the song. So clever.
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te

No-o-o
Make me your radio

I thought you were a stereo?
And turn me up when you feel low

I don't think this will make me feel better.

This melody was meant for you

No thank you.
Just sing along to my stereo

Sing along to your heart? I think you have lost track of your metaphors.

[Travie McCoy:]
Gym Class Heroes baby!

Who?
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf

Here we go again.
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?

Yes, I would blow you off. Just like everybody else.
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?

So now you are a record with needs? Excellent.
Like yea f-ed up, check it Travie, I can handle that

What?
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks

Maybe if you didn't ask so many people to scratch you, there would be less skipping.
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks

You know you aren't a record, right?
I used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that

Over what? What are you talking about?
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts

This makes no sense.

If I could only find a note to make you understand

Seriously, try to make me understand!
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand

I might murder you if you did this.
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune

Are you talking about the note to make me understand? Can you please stop using the word "it"?
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

I hate you.

[Chorus:]

See above
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo

Sing "oh oh oh" to your heart? Or did you forget you JUST SAID it was a stereo?
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo

[Travie McCoy:]
Let's go!
If I was an old-school fifty pound boombox

Way to reference something that is unknown to most of your demographic. Nice work.
Would you hold me on your shoulder wherever you walk

Dumb.
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops

Why are we bringing the cops into this? You really lost me with the boom box thing.
And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop

This is a stretch.
And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me

Yes, because people get mad at their boom boxes all the time. It's a common problem. Douche.
When you have to purchase mad D batteries

You have really committed to this metaphor that AGAIN makes zero sense. Congrats. You are an idiot.
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make

I agree, you should appreciate every mix tape.
You never know we come and go like on the interstate

Like what on the interstate? Mix tapes or friends? Boom boxes? Double D batteries? Jerkface.

I think I finally found a note to make you understand

Doubtful.
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand

Stereos don't have hands.
Just keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune

You know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

F-you.

[Chorus:]

Someone please shoot me.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo

[Bridge:]
I only pray you'll never leave me behind

It's probably going to happen.
Because good music can be so hard to find

I couldn't agree more.
I take your head and hold it closer to mine

Are you trying to kill me?
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

This song makes me hate love. And stereos.

[Chorus:]
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo



Yeah

Nope.

Happy birthday, Big Brother. We love you with all of our stereos. Hope you have a great day.