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I woke up yesterday morning to discover a horrible thing: this song floating through my brain
I have hated this song forever. Well, ok, since like 1970ish, when I probably was finally old enough to have some awareness of the music around me. I hate it. This song makes me cringe in a Fingernails On A Chalkboard way. It just makes my head want to explode.
To be fair, there’s nothing wrong with the music, or the singing. It’s the lyrics that get me. Just who is this Windy? I don’t think she’s a nice girl.
This is what I mean:
“Who’s peeking out from under the stairway?” What? Like Harry Potter?
“Who’s bending down to give me a rainbow?” I dunno… seems to me that women who bend down to give a man something called a rainbow are either porn stars or hookers (which, could explain why she’s looking out from under the stairway, because she’s watching for the cops.)
“Who’s tripping down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees?” Tripping and smiling, as she wanders the city. Crack ‘ho.
“Windy as stormy eyes that flash at the sound of lies.” Uh huh. Got that right. Girl knows who’s gonna pay her or not.
“Windy has wings to fly.” All good call girls have accoutrements.
“Everyone knows it’s Windy.” Because Windy gets around.
This is why I hate this song.
I do not know why this song has been repeating over and over in my head for most of the past two days. I haven’t heard it on the radio or tv. It was just there when I woke up.
I’m being punished.
I really do think my head is going to explode.
I hate the dreaded “ear worm”.
You and me both!
Just from the lyrics you posted I knew immediately what the song was. The video didn’t load for me which disappointed me because I love The Association. Windy was one of my favorites and takes me back to a nicer period in my life.
But I hear you on “the song that never ends”. My son is good for this….makes me listen to a song and that’s all I hear in my head for days! I find that listening to another song helps make it go away.
You crack me up!
John, John, John, that’s a good song! I’m sorry it does an apocalypse number on you!
The nice thing about music is that it’s worth is all subjective — what’s musically pleasing to one is insanity inducing to another. That’s probably true of most art…
Hope you, Sam, and Patty are well…