Driving around town this morning, trying to get through the first snowfall of the winter season without banging up my car too badly, I heard a song on the radio that I've never particularly liked, but as I'm usually dialed to a classic rock station (when not listening to a CD), I hear a lot. I started thinking how Pink Cadillac, by Bruce Springsteen (I even thought someone else did this song, not the Boss), is really a very silly song. I was paying attention to the lyrics because focusing on music helps me concentrate while driving. Weird, yes, but it seems to work for me. I get some of my best thinking done in the car.
ANYWAY.
Pink Cadillac by Bruce Springsteen. Originally, I wanted to write an open letter telling him how silly and illogical he's being. I mean, in several lines he says how annoying his girl is to be around, and then he says that he has money so it isn't that she's rich or anything like that (which means he can buy his own Cadillac-in whatever colour he wants- and can therefore get away from the annoying woman). No, he loves her for her "pink Cadillac." Which I learned, upon further research, was originally a veiled reference to a unique part of the female anatomy. Hmmmm.
You'll never hear this song again in quite the same way. In fact, through this lens, I can't even read the last verse without losing my brain to the gutter. Well, there you go.
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