I do love a good story song. I just discovered Miss Kacey Musgraves. The lyrics to this one hit a little too close to home since I was born and raised in a town as still and stagnant as pond water.
Yet I stayed.
We think the first time’s good enough.
So, we hold on to high school love.
Sayin’ we won’t end up like our parents.
Tiny little boxes in a row.
Ain’t what you want, it’s what you know.
Just happy in the shoes you’re wearin’.
Same checks we’re always cashin’ to buy a little more distraction.
Don’t get me wrong, small town life has its charms. But it also has its demons. Living in one can be a bit like lingering on the edge of quicksand. If you tarry too long, you’ll get sucked in and never get out. So make up your mind – stay or go. It’s scary out there in the big bad world. Home is safety, usually. There’s a certain brand of comfort in the mundane and familiar. Or at least that’s what we learn to call it.
I’ve already preordered her new album, “Same Trailer, Different Park”.
well that was depressing.
Oh, Antonio. I can’t be sunshine and rainbows all the time. Want me to tell you a joke?
Why is sex like riding a bike? Once you’re over the top, you can just coast the rest of the way.
Feel better?
yes much better. but i think that joke only applies to women.
City life is filled with the promise of anonymity.