On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of ---------
Rising up through the air
Fill in the blank!
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- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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12 comments:
yeah, had to google it-must have just hummed when I sang!
Colitas, which is supposed to mean "little buds" or something like that. Ah, the different ways to sorta kinda hide drug references and still get your songs played on the radio.
Colitas? What the hell is that? Is it like a Margarita?
Speaking of which, I know some people whose last name is Margaritas, which is awesome.
Seriously, I always thought they were singing "Pelete* dust", which makes no sense at all, in that "Pelete" isn't even a word, except I was just a kid (okay, okay, I was in HIGH SCHOOL), and for all I knew, "Pelete" was some kind of California plant or something. Which they, like, ran over with their car, causing the Pelete dust to rise. THERE WAS NO GOOGLE BACK THEN. Sheesh. Although, come to think of it, there WERE dictionaries, so there goes that excuse. Gah.
Oh! But I just checked the Nixon-era dictionary here at work, and there IS no "Colitas" there. Just "Colitis", which is something entirely different, obv.
Aren't you glad you stopped by, downtown guy? Sorry about this.
*Pronounced "Pul-LEET". You must always pronounce your imaginary words correctly.
Well, it's Spanish, so not in Nixon's dictionary. Of course, neither was honesty, and that's an English word.
Oh, SPANISH!
Now I feel like an idiot.
Smoke some colitas, you'll feel better.
Hee!
Oh yeah, and nice Nixon dig. Good ol' Tricky Dick.
I know your pain. I always thought there was "a bathroom on the right".
Good one, Silk!
Here's a personal favorite:
Song: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Lyric: Time makes you bolder
What I thought it said: Time ages boulders
oops
Well I'm late as usual. Colitas a desert flower.
Guys, when I search on line for "Colitas", all I find are references to the song.
This is some kind of inside joke, isn't it? Like a snipe hunt. On line. :)
skunk?
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