A week or so ago I had the misfortune of hearing the song "Today" by the New Christy Minstrels in passing, and since then it's stuck obstinately in my head despite liberal applications of everything from Prokofiev to Brian Wilson.
It's bad enough to have one sappy ersatz folk song in my head, but something about the lyrics (starting off "Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine/I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine" and going downhill from there) reminded me of that other phony anthem to hedonism, "We'll Sing in the Sunshine." and now I've got both songs fighting for airtime in my head. Sheesh.
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