Love seeing these old films. Then I realize that this is our 1927. We should go out and document people looking at their phones.
She skips me like a rock
She rolls me like thunder
She knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
She’s a pitch that I can’t hit
She’s a joke that I don’t get
She’s crazy…that’s alright with me
I want to go much faster than the speed limit in a 196x muscle car with the original Van Halen lineup with this song playing on an up-to-date stereo system.
I’ll go ahead and volunteer to be the designated driver, but I want Michael Anthony to ride shotgun for sure. Alex can sit right behind me and kick the crap out of my seat or bang on the headrest to the beat. Ed can ride on the back seat hump with Dave on the passenger side. They can fight over space.
Also, the music needs to be playing loud enough to drown out whatever DLR happens to be talking about at the moment.
I know it’s Hitler and all, but he makes some good points here. (Not safe to read at work).
Let me finish…
I can’t do this.
Chicks who play a Les Paul: +1
Would like to hear my buddy Ryan do this song.
Sometimes you gotta go to hell and back, just to know where you’re at.
“Sounds like 1963. But for now, it sounds like heaven.”
I’d settle for either being 34 or drinking in a honky tonk.
Played this in my head on loop for roughly 35 minutes this morning.
You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.