Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage,
Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage.
Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex,
Listening to techno music on the bus where we earned our checks.
Memories make me want to go back there, back there.
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies,
They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes:
In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time,
We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our way through life.
Memories make me want to go back there, back there.
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
Now I got so many people that I got to look out for.
Never know when I'll be called away to buy some food at the store.
I can hear them babies crying, and the lawn needs to be mowed.
I gotta get my groove on honey, 'cause I'm freaking bored!
Memories make me want to go back there, back there.
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage.
Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex,
Listening to techno music on the bus where we earned our checks.
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes:
In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time,
We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our way through life.
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
Never know when I'll be called away to buy some food at the store.
I can hear them babies crying, and the lawn needs to be mowed.
I gotta get my groove on honey, 'cause I'm freaking bored!
All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.
Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?
I want to be there again.
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I filled in some of your blanks. I'm pretty sure of half of what I filled in, but some of it is hard to make out even when I slow down the song to quarter-speed.
Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage. Playing hacky-sack back when Audioslave was still Rage. Watching all the freaky Dutch kids, vomit, then have sex Listening to techno music on the bus while we undigest
Memories make me want to go back there, back there. All the memories make me want to go back there, back there. Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there? I want to be there again.
Messin' with the (drawn on list?) and telling stupid lies They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes. In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time. We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of (our waste of life?)
Memories make me want to go back there, back there. All the memories make me want to go back there, back there. Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there? I want to be there again.
Now I got so many people that I got to look out for. I never know when (I'll be cut away?) I buy some food at the store. I can hear them babies crying the lawn needs to be mowed I gotta get my groove on honey cause I'm frickin' bored
Memories make me want to go back there, back there. All the memories make me want to go back there, back there. Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there? I want to be there again.
CORRECTION We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our (way through life)
CORRECTION We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our (way through life)
(Drawn on list?) = Journalists
(Drawn on list?) = Journalists
(Drawn on list?) = Journalists
(Drawn on list?) = Journalists
"Listening to techno music on the bus where we under dressed." should read "Listening to techno music on the bus where we earned our checks."
For "We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our way of life." I agree with @seaneb that it should be "We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our way through life."
The only part I still can't figure out is "Never know... buy some food at the store." My guesses are either "when I become awake" or "when I became aware" though I can't be sure.
Great song.
I was pretty sure it was "while we undigest" ,but now I'm simply confused...I thought for sure it was undigest, seeing as it comes directly after a line mentioning vomiting.
I was pretty sure it was "while we undigest" ,but now I'm simply confused...I thought for sure it was undigest, seeing as it comes directly after a line mentioning vomiting.
This has to be one of the most difficult Weezer songs to understand, seeing as their vocals are usually pretty clear, phonetically speaking.
This has to be one of the most difficult Weezer songs to understand, seeing as their vocals are usually pretty clear, phonetically speaking.
Meaning of the song is simple and literal, like a lot of their songs. Nostalgic for their earlier days
At Reading Festival 2010 they said it was about British Music Festivals and that they regretted not having played one in a such a long time. "Pissing in plastic cups" sure as hell reminds me of Reading fest, lol.
Dont the guys from jackass sing the chorus, including Bam's mom April, because in the credits of jackass 3d, it shows all the guys in the recording studio singing "MEMORIES!" over and over.
'Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex,'
'Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex,'
WHATTT!!!! not al dutch kids do that :P
WHATTT!!!! not al dutch kids do that :P
whooops wasn't a reply on your comment rollingstone559.. sorry
whooops wasn't a reply on your comment rollingstone559.. sorry
Last thing you hear in the song - 'Way to go, Ehren'. Lol
Pining for the good ol' days, in the nineties, when the band was actually good.
Let's see some of the rhymes he comes up with here: "sex/undigest," "time/life," "mowed/bored." No wonder he's nostalgic.