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A short piece about looking forward to the future
Lately, I have been listening to a song by the Decemberists –“California One” for it instills in me hope for the future. Picture this! Me driving1 down California’s pacific coast highway, Yenny, a passenger at my side, listening to beautiful, calming, carefree indie rock, with frequent stops at lovely restaurants to taste the various dishes and wines. Yes, a view of the promised land! An entire day-long trip –from the breathtaking views at dawn, the enchanting scenery illuminated by the day, the pensive, mesmerizing seascapes at sunset, all to be concluded by the endlessness and majesty of the night sky. Ah yes, a return home by the light of the moon and stars, au clair de lune.
Listen to that song, from the introductory interplay of guitar and bowed bass to the closing notes of the piano, for it beckons freedom! It is a beacon of all good things to come. Onward, dear friends!
Take a long drive with me
on California one, on California one.
on California one, on California one.
Take a long drive with me
on California one, on California one.
And the road a-winding goes
from golden gate to roaring cliff-side,
and the light is softly low
as our hearts become sweetly untied
beneath the sun of California one.
on California one, on California one.
And the road a-winding goes
from golden gate to roaring cliff-side,
and the light is softly low
as our hearts become sweetly untied
beneath the sun of California one.
Take a long drown with me
of California wine, of California wine.
of California wine, of California wine.
Take a long drown with me
of California wine, of California wine.
And the wine it tastes so sweet
as we lay our eyes to wander,
and the sky, it stretches deep.
Will we rest our heads to slumber?
Beneath the vines of California wine,
Beneath the sun of California one.
of California wine, of California wine.
And the wine it tastes so sweet
as we lay our eyes to wander,
and the sky, it stretches deep.
Will we rest our heads to slumber?
Beneath the vines of California wine,
Beneath the sun of California one.
Annabelle lies,
sleeps with quiet eyes,
on this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
And if I said,
Oh it’s in your head
on this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
sleeps with quiet eyes,
on this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
And if I said,
Oh it’s in your head
on this sea-drift sun
What can you do?
[1] In the hopes of dissuading everyone from thinking that I might be a chauvinist pig with no respect for the faculties of women, in this particular case, their aptitude to operate a motor vehicle, I would like to say that the aforementioned scene with me, a man, driving is not meant to aim toward some sort of idea of appropriate gender roles. I only want to drive then because Yenny does all the driving now. When we are stripped of liberties, and said liberties are later bestowed upon us, we cannot help but aspire to exercise those liberties.
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