"Young Folks" ~ Peter Bjorn & John.
If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?
I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you
It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through
And we don't care about the young folks
Talking about the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking about the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talking about our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you
Usually when things have gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one will surprise me unless you do
I can tell there's something going on
Hours seems to disappear
Everyone is leaving, I'm still with you
It doesn't matter what we do
Where we are going to
We can stick around and see this night through
And we don't care about the young folks
Talking about the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking about the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talking about our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you
And we don't care about the young folks
Talking about the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking about the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talking about our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you
Talking only me and you
Talking only me and you
Talking only me and you
Clare turned the knob on the radio. She had never heard one of Bullfrog's shows, and was always curious... Okay, she never stayed up until one in the morning for something like this, but she did want to know a little more about Eli's family. Even if it meant getting to know each individual member. Finally, she found station number 92, and heard Mr. Goldsworthy's voice ringing proudly through the speaker. It was a little too loud, so she had to turn it down before her parents woke up. She ended up turning the station instead. She quickly turned the volume down to 2, and turned it back to the previous station.
From how it sounded, he was answering calls from viewers and sharing his own opinions on the subject. His current viewer was talking about an affair... Oh joy, a subject she did not need to be hearing about... Especially when her parents were in the midst of a divorce.
She was about to turn the radio off, but Bullfrog began to talk and she wanted to hear his response. "Yeah, I once had an affair with a Christian bitch." He said sarcastically. "She was real sexy." Seriously, who would trash-talk someone over the radio? Or share their personal business? "...Gave me my only son, but my wife forgave me for it. Forgive and forget I always say, right?"
"Right you are, right you are."
"Thanks for calling in, Rob. That's it for our show. I'll see you next time, Toronto." Clare quickly turned the radio off. Eli's dad cheated? ...But more importantly, Eli's mom was not actually his real mother? She wondered if Eli knew about this. She climbed into bed, pondering on whether or not she should ask Eli about this...
"Why, dad, why?" Eli questioned. Why did his dad have to share that over the radio. Of course he knew, but that didn't mean that all of Toronto needed to know too. Hopefully Clare wasn't watching. He'd asked her not to ever listen to his father's show. He knew that she wouldn't like the majority of what he talked about on the show, and something would offend her... The only question: would she be awake now? It was nearly one-thirty, and she was probably sleeping, but he could always leave her a message. Just as he was about to dial her number, his phone rang. Just the person he wanted to talk to: Clare.
"Clare, what are you still doing up?"
"...Couldn't sleep. Can you come over?"
"Wouldn't your parents not like that?"
"Please." She was begging now.
"I'm on my way..."
"Thank-you."
He put his shoes on, climbed out his window, and started up Morty.
