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Radio XLIV, side B, track 2: “Don’t Tell Me You Love Me” by Night Ranger

Night Ranger - Don't Tell Me You LoveOh, Night Ranger, this is probably not something you ever encountered since you’re awesome as hell and make fantastic music like this song, but have you ever been in the unfortunate position of causing someone embarrassment or maybe even anger when they find out you’re in love with them?  No, I figured you wouldn’t.  It’s not something that cool people have to deal with.  But for kids with mullets and gigantic glasses and gaps between their teeth, it was a real problem.  Sometimes telling a girl that you thought they were the greatest thing in the world was not met by an uncomfortable thank you and a polite refusal to reciprocate that love.  Sometimes, it was met by absolute mortification and moral outrage.  Like it was an abomination that just being associated with you in your own thoughts was a horror beyond horrors.

Now, I’m not saying that I was above such things, Night Ranger.  Believe it or not, back in junior high I wasn’t at the bottom of the social ladder.  I was close, maybe just a rung or two above it, but there were others who were even lower than I was.  I wrote about some of them already, but the main takeaway is that I was just as much of an asshole as the kids who were making fun of me.  I don’t know if I ever out and out antagonized anybody, but I guarantee that I sneered and jeered at them when the rest of the preteen mob did.  And I’m pretty sure that there were a few times I was horrified to find out a girl liked me because I thought she was beneath me.

How gross, right, Night Ranger?  When you’re in your early teen years, telling someone you like them is about the scariest thing you can do.  And to be met with revulsion is about the worst thing that could happen to you when you do it.  Besides stalkers, how could telling someone you love them be anything but a good thing?  I mean, sure, it’s not fun if you have to tell someone you’re just not into them (and it’s DEFINITELY no fun when you have to hear it), but even in a tiny little rural area like where I grew up, there are still SOME people to choose from, so at minimum it should be at least a little flattering that someone out there is thinking of you.  Even if they do have a mullet and gigantic glasses and a big, Alfred E. Neuman gap in their teeth.

My point is, Night Ranger, don’t be telling someone not to tell you that they love you.  Maybe you don’t want to know, but just deal with it, all right?

“Don’t Tell Me You Love Me”

<awesome Night Ranger jam>

It ain’t the way ya move

It ain’t the way thatcha move me

Ohhhh no

It ain’t the way ya shake

It ain’t the way thatcha shake me

Oh no

I lived twenty-five years as a kid on the run, I got a pistol fer action
Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me, I dooon’t waaannaaa knoooooow

<awesome Night Ranger jam>

I love the way ya use

I love the way thatcha use me

Oh yeah

I love the way ya shoot

I love the way thatcha shoot ta kill me

Oh yeah

It’s taken miles and lines ta learn the right from the wrong, I keep ya hangin’ on
Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me, I dooon’t waaannaaa knoooooow
Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me, I dooon’t waaannaaa knoooooooow

<awesome Night Ranger jam>

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love meeeeee
(You love me, you love me)
Don’t tell me you love me
(You love me, you love me)
Don’t tell me you love me
(You love me, you love me)
Don’t tell me you love me, love me, love me, looooove

<awesome Night Ranger jam>

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me, I dooon’t waaannaaa knoooooow
Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me you love me

Don’t tell me, I dooon’t waaannaaa knooooooooooooow

<awesome Night Ranger jam>

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