Cheer up, pookie.

Counting Crows is one of those bands who flirted with superstardom and fell just short. They’ve been relegated to being representative of the ‘90s which, really, isn’t such a raw deal. The ’90s had some decent stuff going on in short-lived pop music: Gin Blossoms, Collective Soul, Blind Melon, Blink-182, Bush, and blah blah. This video made me laugh, the socks and partly laced combats with ragged shorts. What the heck.

August and Everything After is their most successful album and it’s pretty darn sad. Round Here and Raining in Baltimore are ridiculously gloomy and poignant. Mr. Jones has always made me happy, though–such a chipper bright spot on a dark album. Mr. Jones seems to fit more with later songs like Big Yellow Taxi cover and Accidentally in Love, uptempo music and pacing sort of disguising sad lyrics.

At any rate, go put on an old flannel shirt of your dad’s, cut some pants off below the knee, and dig out an old pair of Docs, and have a good look back at the ‘90s.  Video and lyrics after the jump AS ALWAYS!

The Counting Crows – Round Here

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

Well, I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know

Maria says she’s dying
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus

She parks her car outside of my house and
Takes her clothes off, says she’s close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous

Round here we’re carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she’s slipping though my hands

[Incomprehensible] sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama’s little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, “It’s only in my head”
She says, “Shh, I know it’s only in my head”

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says, “Man, you should try to take a shot
Can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”

Then she looks up at the building
And says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life
She must be tired of something

Round here she’s always on my mind
Round here, hey man, got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

I, I can’t see nothing, nothing round here
You catch me if I’m falling, you catch me if I’m falling
Will you catch me? ‘Cause I’m falling down on you

I said I’m under the gun round here
Oh man, I said I’m under the gun round here
Well I can’t see nothing, nothing round here