I'm tired of the cynicism. I've been suffused in it since birth in popular culture. I don't want to reenact the psychedelically saccharine Sixties, but there has to be some sort of happy medium.
There's not a whole lot of substance behind this; at least the verbosity that is taken as substance. The muzak at work throws a few songs at me every now and then, and then, and then. I was inspired to write this by listening to Right Back Where We Started From by Maxine Waters, just because it has such a unique, almost jack-in-the-box physique to it to my millennial ears, but I was driven to write it by Don MacLean's American Pie. That's just one of those songs that, if you're like me, you took for granted, seeing it on those 70s collection infomercials at 4AM, with its sound so bedrock that it's impossible to not take for granted. But there's a lot to that song. I've run out of fuel, so the end, I guess.