"Hard to Explain" - The Strokes
Why do these guys look and sound completely wasted and yet I still find myself oddly attracted to them? It was a thunderous, Saturday morning at work when they came on, but it's been so long I had no idea who they were. I just knew I heard this before and liked it. A lot. I wanted to reach out to someone since I was never good at remembering this kinda stuff, but nope. Not gonna do it. Not gonna, not gonna, not gonna. Nope, nope, nope. Note to self: If they need to remind me, they know where to find me.
So, I thought for a minute. It was a slow start to rile up my memory bank, but I wanted to exercise the brain cells a bit. First, I thought, "Is this the Killers?"
And then my thought spiraled onto a different tangent. I wore their Hot Fuss album out so much that I got so tired of all of their songs. It was an overkill of the Killers. Yet it amazes me that I have yet to write about them. I started to wonder, "Maybe it's a sign I should write about them. Why haven't I written about them?!" A big, bright note to self: Re-listen to the Killers and write about them. Because this wasn't them.
Then it dawned on me, "Hmmmm...could this be Radiohead?" Then I smacked myself on the forehead. "C'mon really?!," I said flustered. I knew better than to think a band that makes beautiful, melancholy music would be so surprisingly perky. I was way off the mark with this one like I was when I thought the movie Crazy. Stupid. Love. would be worth seeing. Turns out, love isn't that crazy, just kinda stupid. Oh, how I wanted to be right even when I was so very wrong.
But at least one, good thing came out of this. I realized how much I truly love Radiohead's songs and how I have yet to tire from hearing any one of them. Even the infamous Creep that the singer himself prefers not to sing live sounds brilliantly amazing for the nth time in a row. So a very necessary, note to self: Get all of Radiohead. Stat. Because I love being right.
A warm buzz began to stir up inside me from the late caffeine kick and I wanted to enjoy it before the mid-day rush arrived. So after these two failed guesses, I figured it was best to leave it alone. I knew somehow this'll come to me and 5-minutes before midnight today, it did. A delicious note to self: Upside-down, Caramel Machiatos always do the trick oh, and sometimes letting go is the only way to have what I want find its way back to me.
Lyrics:
Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Raised in Carolina
I'm not like that
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right, it's true"
Says, "He can't decide"
I shake my head to say,
"Everything's just great"
Oh, I just can't remember
I just can't remember
Raised in Carolina, she says,
"I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please
Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean
I miss the last bus, we take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/strokes/hardtoexplain.html
http://ehehr1955.wordpress.com/2011/04/04/the-strokes-sydney-australia-2001/
http://www.fanpop.com/spots/the-killers/images/52606/title/album-covers-photo
http://kevchino.com/review/radiohead/pablo-honey-collector-s-edition/1779
Why do these guys look and sound completely wasted and yet I still find myself oddly attracted to them? It was a thunderous, Saturday morning at work when they came on, but it's been so long I had no idea who they were. I just knew I heard this before and liked it. A lot. I wanted to reach out to someone since I was never good at remembering this kinda stuff, but nope. Not gonna do it. Not gonna, not gonna, not gonna. Nope, nope, nope. Note to self: If they need to remind me, they know where to find me.
So, I thought for a minute. It was a slow start to rile up my memory bank, but I wanted to exercise the brain cells a bit. First, I thought, "Is this the Killers?"
And then my thought spiraled onto a different tangent. I wore their Hot Fuss album out so much that I got so tired of all of their songs. It was an overkill of the Killers. Yet it amazes me that I have yet to write about them. I started to wonder, "Maybe it's a sign I should write about them. Why haven't I written about them?!" A big, bright note to self: Re-listen to the Killers and write about them. Because this wasn't them. Then it dawned on me, "Hmmmm...could this be Radiohead?" Then I smacked myself on the forehead. "C'mon really?!," I said flustered. I knew better than to think a band that makes beautiful, melancholy music would be so surprisingly perky. I was way off the mark with this one like I was when I thought the movie Crazy. Stupid. Love. would be worth seeing. Turns out, love isn't that crazy, just kinda stupid. Oh, how I wanted to be right even when I was so very wrong.
But at least one, good thing came out of this. I realized how much I truly love Radiohead's songs and how I have yet to tire from hearing any one of them. Even the infamous Creep that the singer himself prefers not to sing live sounds brilliantly amazing for the nth time in a row. So a very necessary, note to self: Get all of Radiohead. Stat. Because I love being right.A warm buzz began to stir up inside me from the late caffeine kick and I wanted to enjoy it before the mid-day rush arrived. So after these two failed guesses, I figured it was best to leave it alone. I knew somehow this'll come to me and 5-minutes before midnight today, it did. A delicious note to self: Upside-down, Caramel Machiatos always do the trick oh, and sometimes letting go is the only way to have what I want find its way back to me.
Lyrics:
Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Raised in Carolina
I'm not like that
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right, it's true"
Says, "He can't decide"
I shake my head to say,
"Everything's just great"
Oh, I just can't remember
I just can't remember
Raised in Carolina, she says,
"I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please
Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean
I miss the last bus, we take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/strokes/hardtoexplain.html
http://ehehr1955.wordpress.com/2011/04/04/the-strokes-sydney-australia-2001/
http://www.fanpop.com/spots/the-killers/images/52606/title/album-covers-photo
http://kevchino.com/review/radiohead/pablo-honey-collector-s-edition/1779
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