So, I’m the same age as Noel and Liam. And they’ll make $50 million each by the end of the tour. Goddammit, I don’t have enough saved. Nowhere near enough saved.
I like this song, but can you imagine if you really did live forever? They’d be fine. I wouldn’t. I’d have to figure something out. I’d have to reel in my spending.
The thing about their dream is it’s not vague. It’s well defined. They spent their twenties saying, “Let’s be the biggest band in the world.” They weren’t saying, “Maybe I could be a writer? Some kind of comedy writer? What if I live on a boat with just my guitar and I could write? No, that’s weird. But the rent would be cheap, I bet. I could work less and write more, maybe?”
So the verses and the chorus are all G major, then you do that little move to B minor, then the thing where you go to G, A, D, and it just keeps circling. Like, how many times have either Jeff or I played that absentmindedly on a guitar, back in our twenties, while talking late at night? We weren’t focused! Lazy? Lazy!
