…I may explode. It truly is a great song, one which I, had today not occurred, might have played over and over again, myself.
Now I know what my mother was complaining about when I was a teenager. I used to do the same thing. I’d put the speakers from the stereo on the floor facing each other about 2 feet apart and then lay down with my head in between them. Of course, I had to work more for my repetition than my children do. Back then there was no such thing as ‘repeat’ on the stereo, at least not in the way we know today. Yes, you could get the same album to play over and over again, but not the same song back to back. (I know, I’m dating myself here.) I can’t begin to count how many times I’d hop up and set the needle back at the beginning of the song and hurry to get laid back down in the proper position before the song started.
It’s funny, isn’t it, how things change yet stay the same. Teenage angst is timeless, I guess. And this song is certainly the type of song that I would have played over and over again in a state of angst.
If you’re up to it, take the 3 mins and watch the video. Then tell me if you, like me, can’t think of a situation in your life where the lyrics might actually apply. At 13, I’m not sure there was, but 30 years later, there are one or two.
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