Here’s a groovy little tune everyone should know…. (Thanks to Ian for sharing it with from his MP3 tracks)
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
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 went to the university
Where they were put in boxes, and they came out all the same
And there’s doctors, and 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 martinis 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
Where they are put in boxes, and they come out all the same
And the boys go into business, and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky and they all just look the same
There’s a pink one and a green one, and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all just look the same
Malivina Reynolds
Does anyone else just feel like you’re made out of ticky-tacky? Wouldn’t it be great to escape the ticky-tacky world of same-ness?? Where is that world anyway? Does it even exist?
22/09/08
No, no, no, no, no! I will not get out of bed this morning to go running… I am not flaming crazy!!! Hit that snooze button birdie!
