You know how I don’t usually tell you personal details about my life (unless one of my cats die)? And you know how I never mention why I pick one song or another for Friday Nineties? Well I have had people actually get happy/sad/mad because they assumed that the song I picked was aimed at them. But to be honest, 99% of the time I just pick a song at random. I am like a gorilla learning sign language. I point and I hope I’m right so some grapes come out.
Except this time. This time it is aimed. And not because of the lyrics. Well, not all of them, anyway. No song is always 100% about what you want it to be about. Well, except Don’t Come Around Here No More. And Happy Birthday. But that’s it. No others. Aqualung? Whatever. The point is that this song is AIMED. And even if the person never sees it, I will still know. And I will be happy about it.
Orrrrr I just didn’t know what to say about the song and needed to fill up a paragraph or two. *looks for grapes*
Let me run with you tonight
I’ll take you on a moonlight ride
There’s someone I used to see
But she don’t give a damn for meBut let me get to the point, let’s roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I’m too alone to be proud
You don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels to be mePeople come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
A memory and a dreamSo let’s get to the point, let’s roll another joint
Let’s head on down the road
There’s somewhere I gotta go
And you don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels to be meMy old man was born to rock
He’s still tryin’ to beat the clock
Think of me what you will
I’ve got a little space to fillSo let’s get to the point, let’s roll another joint
And let’s head on down the road
There’s somewhere I got to go
And you don’t know how it feels
No, you don’t know how it feels to be me
Dude. I have a funny story about this song.
I was in high school when this song was HUGE and would giggle to myself at “roll another joint,” but SO DID MY MOM who was a big ol’ pothead (also, pothead is recognized by spellcheck, really?). We used to go to this restaurant with a juke box that was down the street from our house, and they had this song on there, but it was the RADIO EDIT that said “hit another joint” instead.
We were there with my grandfather one night, and talking about how we didn’t get why “hit” was more acceptable than “roll” and he looked at us both like we were stupid (or high, which is entirely possible).
“You know he means ‘joint’ as in ‘bar,’ right?”
…and then the radio edit suddenly made sense.
For the first time.
/fin
I am glad your grandfather educated you and and your stoner mom!
INORITE?! But still, I know that all of the Friday 90s songs are for me, even those you posted before we knew each other. You were just trying to get my attention.
true…
Tom Petty could free fall on me any day.
I will hope that for you.
People actually analyze your motives? *throws grape at Acadia’s head*
Ummm, yeah. I’m complex.
::Tosses grapes just out of reach::
Hey! I got demoted. Who do I need to smack?!
I think you got promoted actually.
Green grapes make you horny. Red grapes are for communists. Purple grapes help in the fight against Foo.
The Paula Abdul song wasn’t for me? 🙁
Shush – you know it was!
I can blow a harmonica.
We all know what you can do.
Acadia, you probably like the seeded grapes so you can spit the seeds like a machine gun!
Pthfthpfphth pew-pew-pew
This is one of my favorite Tom Petty songs. My cat Thor, on the other hand, found this song so offensive on my Spotify playlist that he hopped on my desk and muted the player. And he favorited Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl”.
These days, I feel like this song should be my personal theme…
Hey, you know what other song was from the 90’s?
Just sayin.