All still just the same

I heard Pete Seeger singing this song on the radio this morning. Brought back a memory.

7th grade, I was in guitar class and the final exam... we had to choose a song to play and sing... And I don't know why, but I chose *that* song... I think there was a very limited selection.

Anyway, I sucked. Big time. Couldn't play it. Couldn't sing it. Not to save my life.

I'm not exaggerating. I got a D in guitar.

So I always associate that song with my failure.

I actually like the song. Very hippie protest kind of thing.

Too bad there wasn't a Kate or Tori or Jewel around then. I might have had a chance with one of their songs.

Today, I really listened to the words. I don't know if I totally grasped it back then, but today... it's more meaningful than ever.

Anyway, here it is.


Little Boxes
~Pete Seeger

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes
Little boxes
Little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses all go to the university
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
And they all get put in boxes, and they all come out the same
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same

There's a green one, and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same