My Achy Breaky Heart
Never in my wildest imagination had I ever thought that I would be line dancing while a Swede attempted to sing karaoke to Billy Ray Cyrus in a pub in Göteborg, Sweden. Although the guy singing it was certainly no Billy Ray. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr. (And I mean that like a naughty kitty).
It was like 7th grade in the junior high cafeteria all over again, except with lots of drunk Swedes dressed in 80s outfits. Talk about teaching kids skills for life. What would the world come to without line dancing? I'm not really sure if I got it 100% correct, but then, who here would know the difference? I was probably the only one in the room who came from a place where that song was actually taken seriously at some point.
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
Congratulations. If you can hum the melody to that chorus, you're probably from Idaho. If you can hum "Achy Breaky Heart" and Brooks and Dunn's "Boot Scootin' Boogie," you're probably from Montana.
Yeah, heel, toe, docie do
Come on baby, let’s go boot scootin’
Oh cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me out back
We’re gonna boogie
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
Boot scootin’ boogie
I met up with Mamma Mu yesterday for a little night out on the town. We had a great time discussing the pros and cons of Swedish vs. British men, but I'm not sure we came to any firm conclusions, other than the fact that we're both amazed at the fellows who continue to try even when we answer them in monosyllables. And that the 70s-porn-star-wanna-be-look is NOT pretty, especially if that is the look you were TRYING for. Leave the low-riding tight jeans with the cicular impression of the snus can in your father's closet.
Please.
It was like 7th grade in the junior high cafeteria all over again, except with lots of drunk Swedes dressed in 80s outfits. Talk about teaching kids skills for life. What would the world come to without line dancing? I'm not really sure if I got it 100% correct, but then, who here would know the difference? I was probably the only one in the room who came from a place where that song was actually taken seriously at some point.
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
Congratulations. If you can hum the melody to that chorus, you're probably from Idaho. If you can hum "Achy Breaky Heart" and Brooks and Dunn's "Boot Scootin' Boogie," you're probably from Montana.
Come on baby, let’s go boot scootin’
Oh cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me out back
We’re gonna boogie
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
Boot scootin’ boogie
I met up with Mamma Mu yesterday for a little night out on the town. We had a great time discussing the pros and cons of Swedish vs. British men, but I'm not sure we came to any firm conclusions, other than the fact that we're both amazed at the fellows who continue to try even when we answer them in monosyllables. And that the 70s-porn-star-wanna-be-look is NOT pretty, especially if that is the look you were TRYING for. Leave the low-riding tight jeans with the cicular impression of the snus can in your father's closet.
Please.
posted by Curiosa at 3:27 PM
11 Comments:
Jaha ja. Hur ska jag nu sluta sjunga på achy breaky heart? Och nej, jag kommer inte från Montana heller...men man har väl svingat sina lurviga.....
I linedanced my ass off to that song back in the wonderful state of Oklahoma in '92-93. Hey, what can I say - I was young and innocent back then ;-)
I linedanced my ass off to that song back in the wonderful state of Oklahoma in '92-93. Hey, what can I say - I was young and innocent back then ;-)
I blame Wierd Al Yankovic for being able to sing Achy Breaky. He made a song called 'Achy Breaky Song':
"Don't play that song
that achy breaky song
the most annoing song I know
And if you play that song
that achy breaky song
I might blow up my radio..oooo"
I'm listening to Weird Al's "Achy Breaky Song" right now. What a coincidence.
I never did understand the concept of Karaoke. Of course, it was rather amusing when the people in the student apartment above mine practiced Karaoke-rape on several hit songs with the windows open and speakers turned out toward the street.
Ah yes..Billy Ray. King of The Mullets. With all that comes with it.
men in tight low-riding jeans from the 70's? you have got your decades mixed up. it is almost like you were slurring your points of time.
Damn, I wish I could have been there.
Blääääää.
anonymous, it's very possible that i am mixing my decades as i was not even alive in the 70s and scarcely remember the 80s.
silverfisken, hanna and i walked by syballa on Vasagatan in Göteborg, and i thought of you.
You should have told those "fellows" to meet you on line. It appears you are less reticent there.
Jag kan Achy Breaky, men jag kommer ju förstås från landet.
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