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Why do I clutter up the internet with this stuff at all? Mainly because I'm trying to get into the habit of displaying as much as possible of what I'm doing in public. Also, Blogger is a decent interface for a notebook

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

My little town

Last month I mentioned Simon & Garfunkel's Richard Cory. Another Paul Simon song that I fell in love with around the same time, was My Little Town


This is another one where there is some beautifully underplayed anger behind the sweetness. Or so I imagined: looking back now, there's hardly anything to it:

And after it rains
Theres a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
Its not that the colors arent there
Its just imagin-ation they lack
...
I was just my fathers son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
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