There’s a really awful song from the 60s that sticks in my head, I heard it as a child. I think my parents may have taken me to a pete seeger concert…
somng’s called Little boxes…about real estate, conformity and general crappiness of society. it’s just an awful song, such an arrogant, elitist monstrosity of a song. Should have a parental advisory warning sticker on it.
The song would probably go with the theory that houses are thingamabobs. I think this song may have messed me up and caused me to rebel for no good reason. I despise this song.
the song is of course incredibly dated now; HOAs would prohibit different colored houses, and your kids can’t afford to live in the same ticky tacky box. ahh, the good old days back when it was ok to deride normal suburban existence.
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
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
