In the past, Songblague has taken issue with the insistent lyrical canard about how everything's gonna be alright. We have much more love for songs that evoke the feeling itself, offering an existential lift which, in its disarming breeziness, inherently suggests an aftermath from something traumatic and maybe best not looked back on. The ones that are free of new age mumbo jumbo are especially sweet. And that's what we've got here—a wide open sky of a song, charmingly dorky, like the face you make when you acknowledge a fondness that's less than love but equally magnetic.As a side note, I keep imagining that this is what the Weekend At Bernie's soundtrack would've been like if David Byrne had scored it. Maybe this would've appeared during the end credits. Meanwhile, Happy Fourth to everyone. Back at you next Wednesday.
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