Which leads me to the interesting experience of buying an Erasure CD at Half-Price Books today. And a book, but that's not the important part. I knew that book was bad when I bought it. And the sad thing is, I knew the CD would be too. Well, to me. I'm sure they are great and all. Just their music is the equivalent of chalkboard scratching unless I'm dancing to it.
I don't like Erasure. I don't like Depeche Mode. I have extremely limited tolerance for all the pop-semi-techno family. By extremely limited, I mean, I'd better have *made out* to that music to like it, which explains not only my Cranberries fixation, but the fact that to this day, I can recite the lyrics to *every song* on their first album. Not that they're pop-techno-thing, but okay, off subject. The other day, svmadelyn got me Richard Marx's Oceans Apart, which I am admitting only because I'm kind of desperate here. That was my first *crush* song. His name was Trey, I was twelve, and that year, I discovered deep kissing, obsession with boys, and the mechanics of sex. I have a set of four tapes still, somewhere, that are all chock full of my early and mid teenage crush music. Oceans Apart I listen to without shame at all. Or with limited shame. Because *everyone* has one of those songs.
I can sing every lyric.
Anyway, my request, if you are a music memory person. This song mentions butterflies. It's by Erasure, Depeche Mode, or that family. It was created prior to 1996. It's perky as hell. The refrain has the butterly mention, I think. I have no other memory of that song except it had a really perky beat. For all I know, it's about a mass slaughter of butterflies, but I doubt it.
Seriously, I just bought an entire CD of music that makes me cringe. These are desperate times here.
ETA:Song mentinoed by svmadelyn and tigs, Erasure's Take Me Back, which Madleyn fetched for me. Wow. I remember the LYRICS now. I wont' traumatize anyone by sharing my associative memory with this one, but--seriously. I was strange at nineteen. Seriously strange.