Beautiful Things Are Waiting for Me
In my mind, this song and "Up on the Sun" by the Meat Puppets are conjoined: one song segues into the other in the mashup of my mixed-up memories.I think of the two songs as twins separated at birth. The boy was raised among the tumbling tumbleweeds of the arid American Southwest, by wild-eyed peyote-gobbling free spirits. The girl was spirited away to the verdant island nation of New Zealand, a Pacific paradise.
When the boy and girl first meet, as adults, there is a shock of recognition: though raised apart, each ignorant of the other's existence, somehow they knew there was another part of them somewhere, and that neither of them could ever feel complete without the other. Like peanut butter and jelly, or beer and pizza.
Beautiful Things by the 3D's.
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I am not sure what holiday cheer has done to you; but I sure would like some....
One order of holiday cheer, coming right up. See my Wednesday post, and be sure to play the Cadillacs' version of "Rudolph" for your kids (and your bartender).
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