Free Fallin'

Today I remembered a few things about being younger. When life was not about bills and banks, politics and policy, work and worry. The days I drank in the afternoons without feeling guilty and spent hours in a pub with only a pint and never worried about looking like a pikey. The times that I thought smoking was something I'd give up when I got older and that I'd never end up like my parents.

The days I discovered The Eagles and Tom Petty and thought I was original. When heartbreak was something you pretended to have because it looked interesting on Dawson's Creek. When having an argument with your friends meant making up via a passed note in English or French or Maths depending on how long you could hold a grudge for.
The nights when not doing your homework was the most brilliant rebellion and that Cocktail was a blue movie because of the waterfall scene.

Here's to those days! What a beautiful, sweet memory they are now. And for you darling, here's some music that takes me right back there . . . . to The Angel and Queens Street and 8a and our wonderful, fucked up issues.

She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

It's a long day livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

And I'm free, I'm free fallin'

All the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

And I'm free, I'm free fallin'

I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I wanna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for awhile

And I'm free, I'm free fallin'

I love you x