Few weeks ago I go with my bro to a concert of a great band, that always makes me feel a little nostalgic: the Killers.
That band, formed at 2001 in Las Vegas, is a rock group whose classical songs talk about unrequited love and different experiences and feels that makes me remember when I was a teen: as well as the letter of their songs, my sister loves them, and she always listened to this band at my house when I was eleven or twelve years old.
When I was at the concert, singing the with the crowd and beeing iluminated by faboluos lights of different colors, I imaginated my sister as she was when she was fifteen, dancing and laughing at the parties that I dreamed to going when I was twelve. I remembered, too, that times: when me and my brother where two little kids playing in the garden of the house. I remember too, parties and moments when my friends. Then I tought that, even the things had change, the important still beeing the same: my bro was at my side, sweaty, and singing with me.
The concert continued, we song more, bought t-shirts and meet some highschool friends.
Now I have more things to remember when I listen to the The Killers songs!
When you were young
The Killers
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you Used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now- here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
When you were young
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
