Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Box of Ticky Tacky?

So, it's a song called 'Little Boxes' written in 1962 by Malvina Reynolds, as a commentary on the changing socio-ecnomic climate of the times, middle class conformity, and all that good stuff...Did you know I was a deep thinker?  Nope, I'm totally not, I looked it up on Wikipedia!

You'll probably know it if you heard it, it's been covered a lot over the years, and been in adverts too, this song totally fits our house, our suburban adventure, our kind-of middle class, 30 something existence, working for the 'man', trying to be individual...it was destiny...sort of! 

Here's why...Our village it at the top of a great big hill, but that totally counts, right?  'Ticky Tacky' means cheap and substandard, yep, our house is totally that, but we are working hard to rectify this one...Check, our house looks almost exactly like the others on our road.  Ah! Here's where we fall down a little, all the houses are brick coloured or beigey / whitey, we could totally rock it out in bold purple if we fancied it though!

Here's where the rebels inside us come out, as the remainder is what we are trying like buggers not to not conform to, we never want to be dull and like everyone else, even if our house is from the outside.  As an aside, I did go to Uni, but to balance that, the husband thinks golf is the work of the devil!

"Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky 
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same".
Source here

And on that note, I will depart, as I have given you a little glimpse into my very bizarre brain, and I'd like us to remain friends even if you think I'm a weirdo...

1 comment:

  1. Every time I come to your site, I get that song stuck in my head for a few hours. It's a good one.

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