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The wind is cool against your face, as you cruse back roads.
You have no over all goals, you're just going until you run out of gas. There's really no point.
The only company you have is the static on the radio, and honestly it's really nice.
Driving in the middle of no where, with the windows rolled down, fireflies blinking in the woods around you.
It's like this for hours, but suddenly, at 2:00 in the morning, the static shifts, and then its gone.
As you reach to fuck with the dial, music stops you.
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't got one"
It wasn't very clear, but you knew what it was. Spending enough time in Dave's bedroom gave you knowledge of so many country songs. This one was one of his favorites though. You decide to let it play and lean back into your seat.
Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love
Tryin' to pour a little sugar in her Dixie cup
Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She jumped up and cut me off
You remember he'd 'serenaded' you with this once, or tried to. The attempt had been cute.
She was like, "Oh, my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on and here it is"
Honestly, you can't help resting your chin in your hand and humming a long.
It's a good song, sue you.
You do want to know why there's suddenly a sign of life, but you're not going to push it.
She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand
Spinnin' me around 'til it faded out
And she gave me a kiss
And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
You both had gotten to the point of quoting this song when a song needed to be replayed.
Fuck you missed him.
I'd a gave that DJ my last dime
If he would have played it just one more time
But a little while later we were sittin' in the drive in my truck
Before I walked her to the door
I was scannin' like a fool AM, FM, XM, too
But I stopped real quick when I heard that groove
Man, you should have seen her light up
She was like, "Oh, my God, this is my song"
"We've been listenin' to the radio all night long
I can't believe that it came back on, but here it is"
She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand
Spinnin' in the headlights she gave me a goodnight kiss
And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again""
And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
Were you above singing along? No, no you were not.
Then, to your shock, the instrumental cut, but, that wasn't the strangest part.
It was an actual guitar, played from wherever this was being broadcasted from.
The next Friday night
We were sittin' out under the stars
You should have seen her smile
When I broke out my guitar
So there was someone alive behind this broadcast, that was odd. You hadn't seen anyone alive in years.
She was like, "Oh my God, this is my song
I've been listenin' to the radio all night long
Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on and here it is"
She was like, "Come here boy, I wanna dance"
'Fore I said a word she was takin' my hand
Spinnin' in the headlights she gave me a goodnight kiss
And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
Yeah, play it again, play it again, play it again
Somebody, play it again, play it again, play it again
It fell silent for a while after that, which was dissapointing.
Then the white noise became a voice, feint in the back ground, but you could make out;
"Carrie, why you gotta be like that..."
And then a few missed notes on a guitar.
"Guess I'll just do this one myself, check it."
You froze, and very nearly crashed into a tree.
"Carrie, I'll do you proud."
No fucking way.
You had to pull over.
"Also, if you're listening to this, and are alive. Uh. Don't judge me. I'm a little rusty, but my record decided to crap out on me." Then there was a long pause.
"This is DS, and I hope y'all are stayin' alive out there."
"I love it when we're at a party, in a down-town crowd."
"Oh, but I can hear you call me baby, with the music up loud.."
"Red wine, good times, no I don't mind, bein' with everyone else."
"And then there's night's like tonight, that I, I want you to myself."
Okay, it sounded like him, older, rougher and kind of pained, you take the liberty to chalk that up to having to play where anyone can hear him if they found the right station, but it was unmistakably him.
Holy shit.
"And tonight I wanna drive so far we'll only find static on the radio."
"And we can't see those city lights, and I love the way you look in a firefly glow."
"Sayin' everythin' without making a sound,"
"A cricket choir in the background, underneath a harvest moon..."
"Standin' on your shoes in my bare feet, dancin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat"
Oh woah, and we're dancin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat."
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"I wanna feel it like a kick drum, beating faster in your chest."
"I wanna feel you holdin' onto me and make me hold my breath."
"You pull me closer, my head on your shoulder, baby we won't beat the song."
"We'll make a fallen star wish, one more slow kiss, what are we waitin' on?"
You shift to the glove box and pull out a map, to see if there's anywhere easy nearby that could originate from. Dave Strider is a lazy motherfucker.
"And tonight I wanna drive so far we'll only find static on the radio!"
"And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow!"
"Sayin' everythin' without makin' a sound,"
"A cricket choir in the background, underneath a harvest moon."
"Standin' on your shoes in my bare feet, dancin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat."
"Yeah we're dancin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat."
You turn that radio off, because you know if you don't you might cry and crying and driving is NOT a good idea. You know.
But you answer that last line, with the corresponding
"I wanna feel it like a kick drum, beating faster in your chest."
Then of course, you turn that shit back on, because you can't not listen to him now.
Apparently he's rambling into the mic now, with the occasional note from the guitar you know he has in his lap. The fact that he never stopped talking was doing you some real and actual good for once.
"So, then I was like, growling is only sexy when people I wanna sleep with do it, and then he was like "uuuughhh brains" and like dude, I'm trying to have a conversation here. Can you not think about taking a bite outta this sweet ass for two seconds? Then I thought, Dave, what the dick are you doing? Dude doesn't give a shit about your love life, he just wants a taste of that pie, that sinpie if you know what I mean. ...Credit for that one goes to my brother."
Jesus shit, he'd been alone for a while.
Well...
Time to fix that shit.