LOLA STARS AND STRIPES BY THE STILLS
This gorgeous little number is the best song on this
forgotten album. I owned the CD, listened to the shit out of it, and somehow in
the transition to digital stuff I overlooked this little gem. The vocal on this
is an amazing croon and the shambolic way the melody jangles along is the
perfect counterpoint to the singing.
The lyric seems to inhabit an interesting place between love
song for a lady and indictment of the whole US Military Industrial Complex plus
a soupcon of love for the non-existent American Dream. Big stuff and themes
that I always dig in a pop song.
So, yesterday, I went to a banquet to celebrate my Aunt for
all the work she has done in the Labour Movement and was moved, impressed, and
generally bowled over at how fucking awesome she is. I knew she was, of course,
but to be in a room full of people who fight the same fight year after year
speaking of her and applauding her made me realize what a dynamo I've got in my
own family. Kudos.
Lola, Lola, will the world end me and you?
Can you take me back to that place where stars glow? Comets swarm like fireflies outside your window:
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