I honestly have to credit blink-182 as the band that first seduced me in my on-going love affair with music. They would probably say they touched me inappropriately and from that moment it was love at first sight. While blink-182 is the band of my youth, I like to think that I will never fully grow up. If I can be an adult while still being young at heart, why wouldn't I want to take that route? blink-182 reminds me of my youth and helps me stay young and carefree.
When blink dropped its latest EP, Dogs Eating Dogs, I couldn't help but spin it on repeat for hours and hours. The alt. rockers from Southern California don't necessarily sing about STI's or sexually deviant behaviour with animals anymore. They have grown up just as I have, even if only a little bit. And this is what makes the newest EP so fantastically perfect for this moment on the blink-182 timeline, so to speak. It marks a continued progression in the musical development and growth of a band that has slowly (perhaps reluctantly for a few years) been growing up and maturing.
A more mature theme and a departure from the classic blink-182 pop-punk sound might catch some people off guard. For some, it might drive them from the band.
The track that has immediately grabbed me is "Pretty Little Girl," which also happens to feature the hip-hop stylings of one of Travis Barker's latest collaborative partners, Yelawolf.
I believe music tells a different story to each person who listens to it. When I play "Pretty Little Girl" I hear a story about the never-lasting excitement that can be "love" juxtaposed with the on-going war that is "true love."
In my mind, "true love" is the type of love that lasts a lifetime. Sure, I believe it exists out there for some people, to some varying degree.
But for most, I think "love" is simply a fleeting experience or collection of moments that comes to pass after a short time. "True love" is rare.
No matter what, I know my music will always be there for me. It will pick me up when I'm down, it will be there to bring me back to Earth when I get too high, it will never let me down and it will never hurt me. Music is the one thing in life I know I can always count on. I only have one "true love." It exists within music.
Nineteen, your eyes are glowing to my beating heart
It seems like it is fun as my hand is moving up your arm
And you never really know where it goes up until it starts
I've got my eye on you
Whatcha gonna do?
Daydream near a stream with a winter bite
I listened to the song on repeat from the other night
And I can't picture you but I sure got the feeling right
What a crazy world
Pretty little girl
And we wait for the night in a bed with the breeze
And we're laughing out loud over the craziest news
When you reach for my hand I was scared in your room
We fell on the floor and we started to move
And your hands were like birds as they flew from the coop
Up my back they would climb just as I came unglued
She said
If you break my heart then I'll change your mind
And I'll do it again
If you play the part then I will play mine
And I'll do it again
If we miss the mark if we hold on tight
We'll be there to try it again
Nineteen as we roll across the bedroom floor
Your eyes they came alive as you're dreaming of our future home
And the kids are growing up as you and I, we are growing old
What a crazy world
Pretty little girl
And the rain with our dreams in the back of the bar
I would raise up my voice, you would raise it up more
We'd forget that our lives mean to party this hard
We thought we were close but it still feels far
Can we learn to get by if we learn to have scars
If we learn to forgive and accept who we are?
She said
If you break my heart then I'll change your mind
And I'll do it again
If you play the part then I will play mine
And I'll do it again
If we miss the mark, if we hold on tight
We'll be there to do it again
Wait a minute, hold up a second
Don't leave me with this feeling
Like I'm the one for regretting
Like I never did go for us both
Like you never did pull out that weapon
Stick that knife in my back
Was I supposed to accept it?
When your words are like
More than just sticks and stones
Kinda like a bullet
A hollowness in all of my bones
And I can't just swallow it
My pride is more than all that I own
So I gotta give it away
Some of the times I'm all the way gone
But can't you see past me
And see my f*cked up home
That made me the meanest
The devil is just singing along
To the song I write
To the lonely night
And I hang up the phone
And bite my tongue
'Cause I know that me and you is just only right
But one...
It's a cry from the past when you've been through a lot
Every year has been great and a few have been tough
And your kids they will reach for the stars up above
Sit back, relax and as we're cheering them on
All the roads to the light from the crib to the grave
We started alone, in the end we're okay
She said
If you break my heart then I'll change your mind
And I'll do it again
If you play the part then I will play mine
And I'll do it again
If we miss the mark, if we hold on tight
We'll be there to try it again
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