Friday, May 31, 2013

PG said it best

There's this guy you might have heard of...goes by the name of Pat Green. If you haven't heard of him I don't even know why we're friends except for the fact that you know I have good musical taste and you're trying to learn. PG sings a lot of truly great songs, and even if you don't like country music you have to admire him just for his ability to tell a story. However, before meeting Brad all I ever knew about PG was that he sang Wave on Wave, which is just about the only song of his that gets played on the radio--and that's a darn shame.

Anyway, Brad introduced me to the greatness that is PG very early in our dating relationship, and I can't be sure but I might have fallen in love with both BL and PG at the same time. That was probably the way Brad charmed all the girls, so I'm not thinking I was special in the PG love pyramid or anything; however, it's hard to deny his genius.

Early on in our relationship, I asked Brad what song best described him, and he grabbed his iPod from my hand--which, incidentally, made me all stupid-girl giddy when his hand brushed mine--then played PG's Crazy. It was a pretty perfect description of him if you ask me. And it was a pretty perfect description of the guy I wanted to marry.

And if I am truly crazy
Don't you know I like my life that way
And if I'm really going on out of my mind
Won't you hop on board and make your getaway. 

So yeah, Pat Green knows how to make a girl fall in love with a crazy person. Props to this guy.


Fast forward to today: We were cleaning, painting and sweating all over a house that we have to sell now that a renter moved out (part of the crazy life, let me tell you [As a side note, if you'd like to pray that we sell it for profit instead of loss I wouldn't be mad at all.]). My broken-screened iPhone was playing on shuffle to distract us from our heat- and paint-induced misery when this PG song came on:



I have stumbled on the plains
Staggered in the wind
Stood at a crossroad or two
Cried to a river
Swept to the sea
All just to get to you

I have flagged a yellow cab
Hopped a rusty freight
Sang till my lips turned blue
Flown a silver bird
On the tops of the clouds
All just to get to you

I ran too hard
I played too Rough
I gave my Love
Not near Enough
I bled too red
I cried too blue
I beat my fist
Against the moon
All just to get to you

I have run from St. Paul
To Wichita Falls
Call'd you from sunny Baton Rouge
Hocked everything
From my watch to my ring
All just to get to you

I ran too hard
I played too Rough
I gave you Love
Not near Enough
I bled too red
I cried too blue
I beat my fist
Against the moon
All just to get to you

From the California Shore
Where the mighty ocean roars
To the lands of the Hopi and the Sioux
I walked the desert sands
Crossed the Rio Grande
All just to get to you

I have stumbled on the plains
Staggered in the wind
Stood at a crossroad or two
Cried to a river
Swept to the sea
All just to get to you.

Little Congo babe, we might be crazy but we will do everything 30 times over--all just to get to you.