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Little Boxes

Es ist, ihr möget wollen oder nicht, das Haus der Spiegel eurer selbst

(Jeremies Gotthelf)

Malvina Reynolds:

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There’s a pink one and a green 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 pink one and a green 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.

Ein Gedanke zu „Little Boxes“

  1. 1000 Dank für diese wunderbare Sammlung des Songs, der wohl am liebevollsten, und dadurch deutlichsten, die Folgen der Uniformierung durch Architektur von der ersten Zelle unserer Existenz illustriert.

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