California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
Jolene by Dolly Parton except it’s playing downstairs while you’re laying up in the loft of a cabin listening to the thunder and rain hitting the roof tiles above you
There are places I’ll remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life, I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When I think of love as something new Though I know I’ll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I’ll often stop and think about them In my life, I love you more
Though I know I’ll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I’ll often stop and think about them In my life, I love you more In my life– I love you more
i literally cannot listen to this song without losing at least ten minutes of my life marveling over the line “it’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand”
i spent years studying philosophy and that’s EASILY one of the most profound statements i have EVER encountered
what a fucking subversion of toxic masculinity??? using social gender constructs to deconstruct social gender constructs??? it’s like a hall of mirrors that perfectly illustrates how attempting to conform to the violence and bravado we equate with masculinity is, itself, fundamentally an act of cowardice and submission that stems from weakness rather than strength
i just really hope somebody somewhere noticed that random line in this random 80s jam and had the opportunity to spin it into one hell of an interesting essay
petition to make Earth Wind & Fire the new September meme instead of mocking the Greenday guy for mourning his dad
Pros: Funky beats, a classic late ‘70s R&B soul jam, it perks me up when I’m depressed as fuck, and also you won’t be tweeting relentlessly “reminder to wake up” at a guy who wrote a song about his father’s death
Cons: for the rest of the year you’ll have “BAAAA DEEE YAAAA DEE YAAAA DEEE YAAAAAAAAA, BAAAAA DEEE YAAAA DEE YAAA DEE YAAAAAA” stuck in your head, which imo is a fair trade off
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