May 09, 2003

If any of you bastards call me out for being too sentimental with this, I will hunt you down and kill you. So if you don't appreciate the bitter-sweet humor of both the song, the message of the song and the fact that I'm posting it, don't leave a comment, you bastards. (And just keep in mind, comparing me to Felicity was funny ONCE.)

I love this album, and listened to it twice on the drive back from LA, and in light of what I discovered upon my return to the wired world, this song just seemed too funny/perfect/sad/ironic/true/nostalgic/horribly tasteless to actually post/appropriate, I had to do it:

Nineteen

Nineteen,
is not the age of reason.
I didn't have a reason
for setting you free.

I've seen
a lot of love go sour.
but that's not our love.

You see the problem was

I was only nineteen.

Yeah, I was only nineteen.
Finished up with high school,
headed for a state school.
Wandered into you.

Big screen,
kissing in a movie.
God, you moved me around.
We got seriously down.

But I was only nineteen.

All I ever wanted to do
Was lie around in bed with you.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.

I've seen
a lot of love go bad now.
That's not how our affair
would've wound up I swear.

But I was only nineteen.

All I ever wanted to do
Was lie around in bed with you.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.
I was only nineteen. I was only nineteen.

I was only nineteen.

- Old 97's

Posted by orion at May 9, 2003 04:09 PM | TrackBack