As a young adult (ok, more young than adult) I was not the kind of kid that had girly posters on my wall. I always had football players. Paul Gascoinge, Paul Ince, Stuart Pearce, people like that. I collected alcoholic paraphernalia even though i didn't drink (see, i was single at the time so i didn't need to).

A moment came when I was listening to Tiny Music... Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop by Stone Temple Pilots (Still the best band name ever) and heard the track Trippin On A Hole In A Paper Heart and I couldn't figure out the lyrics no matter how many times I listened to them. So I searched (not googled, it was 199?? after all) for the lyrics and they blew my fucking mind. I couldn't understand them, and that was the one moment in my life when I contemplated taking mind altering drugs to try and figure out what the flying balldanglers Scott Weiland was on about. (Yes, the one moment. Peer pressure never worked with me, no matter how many times people tried, no one realised that I never did (and still don't) care anywhere near enough about what people thought of me to be swayed by public or popular opinion)

So once I banished the LSD/dope theory (Although not long after this, I was offered heroin and that was fucking terrifying.... but a story for another day and another blog... oh fuck that, i struggle finding the time for this one)

Anyways, once i got past that, i realised that i didn't need to understand it to appreciate it: NOTE: fucking read the lyrics, don't just skip them like i would.....

Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars

Sippin' lemon yellow booze
Ole' Leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on trippin' anyway

I am, I am, I said, "I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Just have your deathbed motorcade"

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life Vicks Vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike

Let go it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up
Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone

Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose

I am, I am, I said, "I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go
Let me be, just let me be"

I am, I am, I said, "I'm not myself
I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery
Just have your deathbed motorcade"

http://www.metrolyrics.com/

So after that i printed out every set of lyrics from every super track i could think of and plastered my room with them.

I suppose it drove my parents mental, but everyone who came into my room from then on, spent at least some time reading the lyrics and they all said the same thing about one track or another. "Wow, i never knew he/she said that in that song...."

It worked out well until a girl (Who shall remain nameless) spent more time with the lyrics than with me....

Tomorrow I will roll on with the list.