I don’t want to say it’s entirely the song’s fault, but each of these said to me things I don’t want to think about first thing in the bleary-eyed morning.
Hotel California
Choice lyrics: You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
I imagine this line is particularly poignant for The Eagles when they play their hit for the Aleph-null time on their googolth reunion tour. (Sorry, I’m not good at hyperbole.)
Bohemian Rhapsody
Choice lyrics: Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter
To me
Little high, little low is right.
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