Hey kids! It’s time to take another trip in the wayback machine! So, gather up your belongings, take small children by the hand. And, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S GOOD AND HOLY, no flash photography. I get in a lot of shit when you guys use flash photography from those French dudes I’m borrowing this wayback machine from.
I know. I know. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “Don Henley? That’s not a song. That’s a dude. How can you have a dude as the song of the week? What the hell is the matter with you?” Look, if that’s what you’re thinking then, nuts to you! It’s my blog. I can do what I want. It doesn’t have to make sense. If you don’t like it, go start your own funny blog!
Oh…wait! Don’t go. Don’t go. I was just kidding. I’m sorrysorrysorry. Stay. Please, stay. I’m just a bit cranky lately. It’s not you. It’s me. The boss has been driving me crazy. Here. How about I rub your feet?
I want love to: roll me over slowly,
Stick a knife inside me, and twist it all around.
I want love to: grab my fingers gently,
Slam them in a doorway, Put my face into the ground.
I want love to: murder my own mother,
Take her off to somewhere, like hell, or up above.
And I want love to: change my friends to enemies,
Change my friends to enemies, and show me how it’s all my fault.And I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me Yeah I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me, anymore.
I want love to: walk right up and bite me, Grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground. I want love to: split my mouth wide open, And cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound I want love to: forget that you offended me, Or how you have defended me when everybody talked me down Yeah and I want love to: change my friends to enemies, Change my friends to enemies, and show me how it’s all my fault.
I’ve heard this song a few times over the last couple weeks on the college radio station I listen to. Yes. I’m forced to listen to college radio. Cause radio stations suck. But, I’m not going to start that rant here. Again. I brought us here together to talk about “Love Interruption.”
Josie’s on a vacation far away Come around and talk it over So many things that I wanna say You know I like my girls a little bit older
I just wanna use your love tonight I don’t wanna lose your love tonight
I ain’t got many friends left to talk to No one’s around when I’m in trouble You know I’d do anything for you Stay the night, but keep it under cover
Try to stop my hands from shaking Something in my mind’s not making sense It’s been awhile since we’ve been all alone I can’t hide the way I’m feeling
As you leave me, please, won’t you close the door And don’t forget what I told you Just cause you’re right, that don’t mean I’m wrong Another shoulder to cry upon
“Your Love” by the Outfield hit the airwaves back in the year of our lord, 1986. What a great year! Voyager 2 rendezvoused with Youranus Uranus, Pixar was founded and the 1986 World Exposition opened in Vancouver, BC (thank you, Wikipedia!). I was 15 years old. I was as old back then as Sarah is today. Wow! Man, I’m old.