New Favorite Song

Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't"
Honey, when in Rome

Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome

Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood
It feels like we're alone

Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch cold
From one another
I wonder if we're stuck in Rome

Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome

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To me, this song embodies a gripping dramatization of mounting romantic disappointment that builds with real raw sonic youth.

All those ideas you have about how the world ought to work? The happy, egalitarian dreams that plagued your adolescence? Guess what, that's not how the world works. The world is a nasty, hell-bent place, and you will get hurt at least a couple times in your lifetime.

I love the lyrics of this song, but even more, I love the infectious melody-- it makes me want to dance and strut about like a chicken... it's so FUN!