Childhood Ruin

I have been jamming out to country lately. It's just such ideal summer music, and though summer is scarce, it was sunny about 4 days ago, and I haven't been bothered to switch off of my country playlist.

Until today.

I actually paid attention to the lyrics of a classic old Garth Brooks song, Two of a Kind, Workin' on a Full House. I loved loved loved Garth Brooks when I was little. I used to wake up early, sneak down to the basement, and listen to the Compact Disc, In Pieces, on our stereo system and dance around like a crazy person. Which is about the only proper description of a twelve year old choreographing dance moves to country music in the privacy and secrecy of the basement at 6:30 in the morning.

Back to the trauma, however.

This fairly classic song contains the most horrifically sexual line that had gone completely unnoticed by my prepubescent brain. I must have subsequently blocked it out so as to not ruin the embarrassing, though charming, childhood memories of my brother being so impressed that I knew every song on whatever G.B. album my mum would play in the van. "You know all of them! That's amazing!" I know. It is. Was.

However, in this tongue-in-cheek love ballad (get it - it's like cards, but he means people!). Check out 1:06-1:14 (which is paired with inexplicable chest pumping and pointing...)




So, if you didn't catch that, "she's my honeycomb and I'm her sugarcane. We really fit together, if you know what I'm talking abooooouuuuuuuuuut."

No Garth, your upbeat and completely asexual demeanour had me completely misguided. But now, after 11 years, I know what you're talking about. And I want to cry.