The one they're going to miss
In the song, "Our House" by the band Madness (a big hit in the 80s which still pops up sometimes), we see the busy family members on a nice day, a sweet memory of "our house, in the middle of our street" and with the upbeat tune it's all fun, until, just before the bridge, we get the line regarding the mother: "She's the one they're going to miss, in lots of ways."
Perhaps it's just me, but that line always hit me hard, like something was going to go terribly wrong -- what's going to happen to Mother? Suddenly, the reprise of the first verse towards the last chorus takes on a darker, foreboding tone.
I had this in mind when I wrote my entry for LJ Idol: Second Chance Idol, "Peas in a Pod," which is now up for voting in a poll through Sunday. I wrote a pastorale of a pleasant memory, a sweet look at a busy but happy family. But then I close with the ambiguous last paragraph. Did I mean something by that? Or does the dark sides of our minds just read too much into things?
I'll leave that for you to figure out.
Perhaps it's just me, but that line always hit me hard, like something was going to go terribly wrong -- what's going to happen to Mother? Suddenly, the reprise of the first verse towards the last chorus takes on a darker, foreboding tone.
I had this in mind when I wrote my entry for LJ Idol: Second Chance Idol, "Peas in a Pod," which is now up for voting in a poll through Sunday. I wrote a pastorale of a pleasant memory, a sweet look at a busy but happy family. But then I close with the ambiguous last paragraph. Did I mean something by that? Or does the dark sides of our minds just read too much into things?
I'll leave that for you to figure out.