Something I love about this song is that I can walk away while it’s playing, talk to the housemates about how annoying and loud these Christians outside are being, plot a fake retaliation, get a tall glass of water, and come back to the end of the song but felt like I heard the whole thing. Whatever that means, I like it.
Nothing like living in a Mexican neighbourhood and having to listen to wannabe preachers on loudspeakers in Spanish AND English on your block. Followed by Christian mariachi music, I’m assuming… Let’s not forget the MC trying to sing along horribly.
And then the people yelling at them to stop.
And just the other day in the city, some stranger approached me and walked with me on my way to work trying to get me to go to some massive church party every Sunday night for people “exactly my age group”, whatever that means. Er, there are so many reasons why that wouldn’t happen… Yes, I totally want to party with twenty-something Jesus freaks.
This is not a calling/sign, it’s the universe being cruel and annoying because I cannot bring myself to actually be equally as annoying as these people are to me and it has been ingrained in me to be kind and courteous to everyone… Fuck.
Edit: Now the ballad singer with Kenny G-ish music is getting his turn.