I remember being an idealistic kid/teenager and putting faith in the shit I picked up in civics and social studies classes. Money ruins everything.
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“Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same”
Can’t Buy a Thrill (1972)
I like this song. It strikes me as a frustrated admission of failure–which probably says more about me than the song itself, which is composed of just a few words.