Sometimes Dan picks up on my moods frighteningly well. I bought the Saint Etienne album Tiger Bay (thank you, you know who you are, for introducing me to Saint Etienne, I now absolutely adore their music), and I had developed a particular fondness for "Like a Motorway" over the last day or so, which probably reflects my generally dismal mood. (Who could be that cheery when having a compulsion to listen to a song that goes "she saiid her life/ was like a motorway/ dull, gray, and long" ?) But anyway, I drove him to work this morning because he has class, and he picks up my Tiger Bay cd, says, "I bet you like Like a Motorway, don't you. I bet it's your favorite song." Of course I glared at him, and he played it.
I just looked up the lyrics, and I'm disappointed because I found out that one line of it goes, "he said her skin smelled just like petals," and I had honestly thought she said "PEBBLES." I really liked the idea of her skin smelling like pebbles. I guess now that I think of it it sounds kind of unlikely.
2 comments:
Oh God. You know, you weren't the only one who both cherished the song and thought it was “pebbles” all along. Thanks for sharing. (I'll get over it. Eventually.)
i like pebbles too.
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