I have a dear friend who passed coming up tp ten years back. He was a collector. a hoarder like me. Big record collection. Books. Bric a brac. Things collected from garage sales. Bric a brac markets.
Our music tastes were similar. Sixties. Singer songwriters. Hip Hop. But it was where they differed that things sometimes got interesting. Matt liked kitsch and this song. Now when I listen to it it makes me think of him and the question the lyric ponders.
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