Third Eye Blind - "Slow Motion"
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Listen to the lyrics.
The first time I heard this song, I was getting plastered with my buddy Tyler Snow.
We used to have the occasional party at Tyler's house in high school. During the spring and summer, his parents seemed to be out of town quite a bit. It was a great house for partying. Ample parking, secluded deck, basement with plenty of seating, it had it all.
There were several parties, and one that sticks out most in my mind is one of the Thermos nights.
Thermos nights required the following: pint and a half of tequila, limeade, lemon-lime soda, 1 huge pink thermos, festive paper umbrellas, and my parents' absence allowing me time to make two blenders of margaritas to fill a giant pink Thermos. I'd make the massive dose of margarita, head out to my truck and strap the thermos into the passenger seat. Yes, I actually strapped the Thermos in, though I did stop short of buying it its own carseat.
I'd arrive at Tyler's around 8pm, and we'd begin drinking before people arrived. Most of the time, we'd listen to CDs that we'd recently bought. If there was anyone on the cutting edge of music in high school, Tyler Snow was that guy.
Anyway, we're listening to music, I drinking out of the bendy straw in my Thermos, he from the bendy straw in his flower vase.
Did I mention that at his house parties, Tyler drank exclusively from 18-inch-high flower vases? Oh, well, Tyler always drank from huge flower vases. Usually 3-5 beers per fill.
So, there we are, and he asks if I've heard the new Third Eye Blind. Of course, I hadn't, aside from the first single on the radio ("Never Let You Go"). He tells me that I've gotta hear this track.
We sat there and must have listened to it three or four times, and each time it seemed to get better. That night was also a great party. The Thermos was a hit as always, there were copious cigarettes smoked, and I kissed LaDonna! I ended up getting home around 4:45 that morning. The sun wasn't coming up over the horizon, but the sky was getting lighter.
I really like this song, because it seems like it's going to be a sensitive ballad, then suddenly, the first verse is about shooting the son of his english teacher.
*blinks*
Wait, what'd he say?
From there, it only gets more graphic and glorious. This song is intended to shock, then brings it home with the line "the joke's on you." Listener, this is a fabrication.
Love,
Hoffie
Listen to the lyrics.
The first time I heard this song, I was getting plastered with my buddy Tyler Snow.
We used to have the occasional party at Tyler's house in high school. During the spring and summer, his parents seemed to be out of town quite a bit. It was a great house for partying. Ample parking, secluded deck, basement with plenty of seating, it had it all.
There were several parties, and one that sticks out most in my mind is one of the Thermos nights.
Thermos nights required the following: pint and a half of tequila, limeade, lemon-lime soda, 1 huge pink thermos, festive paper umbrellas, and my parents' absence allowing me time to make two blenders of margaritas to fill a giant pink Thermos. I'd make the massive dose of margarita, head out to my truck and strap the thermos into the passenger seat. Yes, I actually strapped the Thermos in, though I did stop short of buying it its own carseat.
I'd arrive at Tyler's around 8pm, and we'd begin drinking before people arrived. Most of the time, we'd listen to CDs that we'd recently bought. If there was anyone on the cutting edge of music in high school, Tyler Snow was that guy.
Anyway, we're listening to music, I drinking out of the bendy straw in my Thermos, he from the bendy straw in his flower vase.
Did I mention that at his house parties, Tyler drank exclusively from 18-inch-high flower vases? Oh, well, Tyler always drank from huge flower vases. Usually 3-5 beers per fill.
So, there we are, and he asks if I've heard the new Third Eye Blind. Of course, I hadn't, aside from the first single on the radio ("Never Let You Go"). He tells me that I've gotta hear this track.
We sat there and must have listened to it three or four times, and each time it seemed to get better. That night was also a great party. The Thermos was a hit as always, there were copious cigarettes smoked, and I kissed LaDonna! I ended up getting home around 4:45 that morning. The sun wasn't coming up over the horizon, but the sky was getting lighter.
I really like this song, because it seems like it's going to be a sensitive ballad, then suddenly, the first verse is about shooting the son of his english teacher.
*blinks*
Wait, what'd he say?
From there, it only gets more graphic and glorious. This song is intended to shock, then brings it home with the line "the joke's on you." Listener, this is a fabrication.
Love,
Hoffie
