Soundtrack of the day
The soundtrack of the day is The Riverboat Song, by Ocean Colour Scene. A song for sitting in the car with both windows rolled right down, wind whipping hair into frenzied collisions with lipgloss. Cruising down the highway, my father turning up the bass. Turning up the volume, nodding emphatically. Nay, headbanging, forehead centimetres from the stearing wheel, hands tapping out the steady dum dum dum DUM DUM. My brother sits in the back squirming.
Close the windows, he says. We roll them back up a tiny bit. He sighs again.
Turn it DOWN! Jeez! You and your music! I smile at my father, and he grins back at me. We leave the music, tapping our feet and singing along. It's more or less the same as the things that you said. Anyway, for all the things you know, tell me why does the river not flow?
Oh my GODDD. He leans between us from the back, his finger poised over the volume button. My God, turn it OFF. We're HERE now. You're EMBARRASSING me!
But this is the best bit, we tell him innocently, pushing the finger away. Inside we are both chuckling, parked up outside the house. Bass reverberating through the car. This is the guitar riff. A little bit of us jumps for joy, and our fingers do mad dances.
My brother has had enough. We switch it off when the guitars finish, and let him out, snarling at the front door. Open it, he commands, but we don't mind, because we are both still high from the soundtrack of the day.
Close the windows, he says. We roll them back up a tiny bit. He sighs again.
Turn it DOWN! Jeez! You and your music! I smile at my father, and he grins back at me. We leave the music, tapping our feet and singing along. It's more or less the same as the things that you said. Anyway, for all the things you know, tell me why does the river not flow?
Oh my GODDD. He leans between us from the back, his finger poised over the volume button. My God, turn it OFF. We're HERE now. You're EMBARRASSING me!
But this is the best bit, we tell him innocently, pushing the finger away. Inside we are both chuckling, parked up outside the house. Bass reverberating through the car. This is the guitar riff. A little bit of us jumps for joy, and our fingers do mad dances.
My brother has had enough. We switch it off when the guitars finish, and let him out, snarling at the front door. Open it, he commands, but we don't mind, because we are both still high from the soundtrack of the day.
kiwiqueen - 18. Apr, 17:10