What about all these children and all their children’s children/And why am I even wondering that today?/Maybe my contribution could be as small as hoping/That words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way
Lifestyles of the rich and famous, a darling songstress feeling a sharp pang of guilt over her great fortune. It’s a needless confessional that reads as wishy-washy and garishly sentimental. The feeling unfolded one magical night at Coachella and she’s comparing it to Woodstock; the mood, the vibe, the companionship and whimsy. It’s a soft bellyache that sours the mood.