Steve Harrington gives me Beach Boys vibes
Like. Steve's a little neutral on pop; he doesn't hate it, but it's not usually his first choice. But like a lot of kids, his musical exploration begins with his parents' collection
He finds his mom's Beach Boys albums when he's about twelve, a little after they start leaving on longer trips and he starts poking around the house because he's bored and alone. He can sort of remember his mom playing them when he was really young, can remember her dancing around the kitchen and being silly in ways she usually isn't
He starts playing the Beach Boys when his parents are gone, just sometimes, because the songs have a pretty good beat and the lyrics are fun and it makes him feel a little less lonely. He's got one playing one evening when his parents get home earlier than expected; his dad just shoots him a look at tells him to "turn down the damn racket" (which Steve does, quickly) before stalking up to his office, but his mom stands in the living room doorway, just watching him for a moment
It's the first time in a long time he remembers her just sitting down with him, smiling, laughing, listening to the music with him. She tells him about the first time she heard the band on the radio, and about how she'd gone out to buy their album the very next day. She tells him that his dad had called in to the local station more than once to request "Barbara Ann" because he knew it was her favorite (Steve can't imagine his dad doing anything like that, but he guesses his mom would know better than he does). She tells him that when he was little, too little to really remember, he would ask her to play "the surfing song," even though she was pretty sure he had no idea what surfing was
They don't do it again, but Steve holds onto the memory
He keeps playing the albums. He gets them on tape, when he happens to see them, and then he can play them in his car when the mood strikes. He wouldn't call himself a fan, exactly, but he doesn't have a better word for it. He ends up memorizing a lot of the lyrics, and finds that he doesn't mind having that knowledge at all
December of '85, the first holiday season Steve and Robin spend together, Robin is ready to tease Steve mercilessly for not only knowing all the words to "Little Saint Nick," but for singing along with it while standing at the counter of Family Video. In public. Steve takes it with good grace, but he also makes sure she also knows all the words by the end of their shift. They sing it together every time it comes on the overhead speakers after that
(Steve gets the feeling Robin's enjoyment is half ironic, but he doesn't mind. Her joy as she sings is sincere, and that's the important part)
Robin isn't the last convert he manages to induct, either
"Kokomo" comes out in '88, and Eddie wants to hate it. Really he does. It's really not his speed, he doesn't like surf music, but he just - he can't quite bring himself to dislike it. Not when Steve is listening to it on the radio in the kitchen, singing along, dancing around unselfconsciously while he does the dishes (moving his hips in ways Eddie does not want to associate with the Beach Boys)
But of course, the second Steve catches Eddie listening with anything other than disdain, it's all over. He turns all his attention on Eddie, singing to him, trying to beckon him into the kitchen to dance with him while Eddie valiantly tries to hold out against the fucking dork-ass romantic he's been dating for over a year
Steve points him and then curls his fingers in a "come hither" gesture as he croons along with the radio, telling Eddie to "come on, pretty mama," and Eddie has to let his head hang back while he tells Steve "I hate you," just so Steve won't see how hard he's smiling
He does end up dancing, his head resting on Steve's shoulder because he's laughing too hard to hold it up on his own, his eyes watering while Steve continues being ridiculous just for him
(It is absolutely not their song, but many years later, it does end up on Eddie's carefully curated wedding playlist. He disavows all knowledge of how it got there)
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"FREEZE YOUR BRAIN"
THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)
I regret my life choices of not being able to actually start studying.
Here's "Freeze Your Brain" adapted in Italian!
ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)
(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)
[J.D.]
Sono stato in dieci superiori
Tutte la stessa scenetta
Inutile abituarsi
Perché ce ne andiamo di fretta
Mio padre tiene nel baule pronti due bagagli
Quindi è solo una questione di ricaricarli
I nomi non imparo
Che faccia è di chi non m'è chiaro
La fiducia in questa oasi di cemento riparo
Sembra che ogni volta che sto per disperarmi
C'è un 7-Eleven ad aspettarmi
Ogni negozio è lo stesso
Da Las Vegas all'Ohio
Corsie di linoleum che adoro
Vagare io
Prego al mio altare di granita;
Sì, adoro quella dolce botta di vita...
Congela il cervello
Succhia dalla cannuccia
Meglio di un coltello
Arriva la felicità
Quando tutto se ne va
A chi serve uno spinello?
Congela il cervello
Congela il cervello
[J.D., parlato]
Ti va un tiro?
[VERONICA, parlato]
La tua mammina sa che mangi tutta quella merda?
[J.D., parlato]
Non più
(cantato)
Quando mamma era viva
Vivevamo quasi normalmente
Ora siamo solo io e mio padre
Stiamo meno formalmente
Ho imparato a cucinare
Le tasse a pagare;
Imparato che'l mondo
Nemmeno un cent ti vorrà dare
Il tuo futuro hai pianificato
Veronica Sawyer
Andrai a qualche college
E sposerai un avvocato
Ma il cielo farà male
Quando su di te sarà demolito
Quindi è meglio se
Il tuo muro l'avrai già costruito...
Congela il cervello
Nuota nel ghiaccio
Perditi nel suo doloroso bello
Chiudi bene i tuoi occhi
Fino a che non ti vedran quegli sciocchi
Non diventare uno zimbello
Congela il cervello
Distruggiti il teschio
Combatti il dolore con uno più bello
Dimentica chi sei
Liberati da quel peso
Dimentica in un mese e mezzo
Riavrai lo stesso frainteso
Quando la voce nella tua testa
Dice ch'uno come te è meglio se non resta
Non ascoltare a quello
Solo congela il cervello
Congela il cervello
Vai avanti e congela il cervello...
(parlato)
Provaci
So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)
[J.D.]
I've been through ten high schools
They're all the same little scene (but little in this case is meant in a negative light)
No point getting used to it
'Cause we're gone in a hurry
My dad keeps two suitcases ready in the den
So it's only a matter of refilling(/repacking) them
I don't learn the names
Whose faces is whose isn't clear to me
My trust resides in this concrete oasis
Seems every time I'm about to despair
There's a 7-Eleven waiting for me
Each store is the same
From Las Vegas to Ohio
Linoleum aisles that I love
To walk around in
I pray at my altar of slush;
Yeah, I live for sweet hit of life (or however you call that, basically gives life force again but something that gives you life force not in a literal sense)...
Freeze your brain
Suck from that straw
Better than a knife
Happiness comes
When everything goes
Who needs a joint?
Freeze your brain
Freeze your brain
[J.D., spoken]
You want a hit?
[VERONICA, spoken]
Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
[J.D., spoken]
Not anymore
(sung)
When mom was alive
We lived almost normally
But now it's just me and my dad
We live less formally
I learned to cook pasta
To pay taxes;
Learned the world
Won't want to give you even a cent
You've planned your future
Veronica Sawyer
You'll go to some college
And marry a lawyer
But the sky's gonna hurt
When it'll be demolished on you
So it'll be better if
You'll have already built your wall
Freeze your brain
Swim in the ice
Get lost in its beautiful pain
Shut your eyes tight(/well)
Till those fools (sorry I had to use this for the rhyme) won't see you
Don't become a laughingstock
Freeze your brain
Destroy your skull
Fight pain with a more beautiful one
Forget who you are
Free yourself from that weight
Forget in a month and a half
You'll have the same misunderstanding again
When the voice in your head
Says someone like you is better off gone
Don't listen to that guy(/him)
Just freeze your brain
Freeze your brain
Go on and freeze your brain...
(spoken)
Try it
OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):
[J.D.]
I've been through ten high schools
They start to get blurry
No point planting roots
'Cause you're gone in a hurry
My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den
So it's only a matter of when
I don't learn the names
Don't bother with faces
All I can trust is this concrete oasis
Seems every time I'm about to despair
There's a 7-Eleven right there
Each store is the same
From Las Vegas to Boston
Linoleum aisles that I love
To get lost in
I pray at my altar of slush;
Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush...
Freeze your brain
Suck on that straw
Get lost in the pain
Happiness comes
When everything numbs
Who needs cocaine?
Freeze your brain
Freeze your brain
See upcoming pop shows
Get tickets for your favorite artists
[J.D., spoken]
Care for a hit?
[VERONICA, spoken]
Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
[J.D., spoken]
Not anymore
(sung)
When mom was alive
We lived halfway normal
But now it's just me and my dad
We're less formal
I learned to cook pasta
I learned to pay rent;
Learned the world
Doesn't owe you a cent
You're planning your future
Veronica Sawyer
You'll go to some college
And marry a lawyer
But the sky's gonna hurt
When it falls
So you better start
Building some walls...
Freeze your brain
Swim in the ice
Get lost in the pain
Shut your eyes tight
Till you vanish from sight
Let nothing remain
Freeze your brain
Shatter your skull
Fight pain with more pain
Forget who you are
Unburden your load
Forget in six weeks
You'll be back on the road
When the voice in your head
Says you're better off dead
Don't open a vein
Just freeze your brain
Freeze your brain
Go on and freeze your brain...
(spoken)
Try it
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