Store, store, lille verden

Jeg har tilbragt det sidste døgn i 2016 og det meste af det første i 2017 med at stene Gilmore Girls (Sue me!), og et af afsnittene sendte mig tilbage til efteråret 2006, hvor jeg var det meste af et semester på Ohio University, US. Det var skideskægt, og selvfølgelig husker jeg allerbedst de mennesker, jeg mødte – og de to mennesker, jeg husker allerbedst, var temmeligt meget mere musikinteresserede end mig. Dengang i hvert fald. Nå men Gilmore-pigerne mindede mig om denne her sang, som jeg trallede lystigt med på dengang for lidt mere end 10 år siden. Tænk jeg kan stadig godt li’ teksten:

Always had a roof above me
Always paid the rent
But I’ve never set foot inside a tent
Couldn’t build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type

I’ve never slept out underneath the stars,
The closest that I came to that was one time my car
Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type.

Too scared to let you know you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill god bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
I’ve never owned a sleeping bag let alone a mountain bike

I can’t go away with you on a rock climbing weekend
What if somethings on tv and its never shown again
Its just as well I’m not invited I’m afraid of heights
I lied about being the outdoor type

Never learned to swim can’t grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type
(Lemonheads; The Outdoor Type)

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