This whole song gets hooked in my head every time I hear it. I swear, is there a more pop-rock sounding 90’s song than this?
I would also like to note that the age of music videos taking place at a mall are over.
This whole song gets hooked in my head every time I hear it. I swear, is there a more pop-rock sounding 90’s song than this?
I would also like to note that the age of music videos taking place at a mall are over.
It’s the “baggy jeans and long blond hair” line that has lived rent free in my head since 8th Grade.
I can’t really tell you anything else about The Farm other than this is one of their songs, and the band is from Liverpool.
What I do remember about this song is being in my room, doing homework, and listening to 94.5 The Edge which was the local DFW alt music radio station. Not that I want to go back to being fourteen, but I do kind’a miss that feeling when the radio finally plays that song you have been waiting all day to hear. That rush of excitement and validation when the song was playing, and trying to savor every second that it was on. Bonus points if you had a blank tape ready to go to record the song off the radio – making one rough around the edges mix tape.
I know that technically, this is a “WINGS” song, but we all know this is all Paul McCartney. Not that it matters, but if I hear this song once it’s in my head for the rest of the week. I can’t prove it, but I bet Paul knew what he was doing when he wrote this.

No real shock or surprise here, the line that gets stuck in my head is “Don’t go breaking my heart.”
Every since I was little, the song did come out the year I was born, this has always been a cheesy, non-offensive bit of 70’s pop music. Harmless to the point of slight annoyance, it is rather charming thing to sing this to your significant other while in the midst of a playful argument. But as time has gone on, what this song really reminds me of now is how my mother would put the radio on in the morning when she’d wake me up for school. She’s bop around to top 40’s music as she made my breakfast and sack lunch for school. A meaningless at the time moment, that I bitter sweetly miss now.