Most of The Time

most of the time, my head is on straight
 
most of the time, I’m strong enough not to hate
 
I don’t build up illusion ’till it makes me sick
 
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
 
I can smile in the face of mankind,
 
don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine….
 
most of the time
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These days I hear a lot of commercial radio, my colleague in the back seat of the car insists on it even though usually I try the University of Toronto station or the classical station. She’ll have none of it. We listen to three songs in a row more or less about the same thing, regret for an ex-love and all three show the writer’s exploring just the shallow end of the pool .
 
First was Sam Smith, woman and a man, both blame their each other for the fact that they are “dancing with a stranger” the point being they would rather be in their old relationship but something went wrong and they broke up. It is supposed to be an original psychological twist “I’m going to have sex with someone else who I don’t want to have sex with and it is because you left me, god damn you” sort of thing.
 
In the next song Famba sings Hope you Know That I Wish You Well. He’s conflicted about saying he’s ok with the break up but if that’s true why the guilt trip – lyrics about helping move her sister and he walked their dog and her mother still calls to check up on him “but I wish you well”. (maybe you need some counselling Famba)
 
Then Bruno Mars song from a few years ago, he hopes his X’s new love brings her flowers because he never did. I guess he feels guilty and stupid, wishes they were still together. I’ve heard these all before, maybe 30 years ago, a wee bit more dimension and fascinating in those other lyrics.

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