God, I fucking hate this song. But its stuck in my head forcing me to confront it. So here goes. Wish me luck.

Why do I hate it so? Its actually well recorded and has surprising harmonies and a slow savory comfort. Maybe I loathe it because it makes me sad. Its so desperately sad its cruel. Like a divorced father playing his kids emotions. Telling em that everything will be like it was, even when he knows he might never see them again. A coward heart, pretending. Not wanting to look the fool or deal with the consequences of failure.

Maybe I hate this song because it was a soundtrack for a sausage commercial when I was a kid.

But I love sausage, almost as much as I love sad desperation. Maybe I need to look at the song anew, as an adult who survived a strange war and found new life.

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy, ‘cause of you

Maybe Graham Nash (the singer) is singing about Death. Life used to be such a drag because of cats and veterinarian bills. Then Death came and killed the cats and maybe even the people. Maybe their house is Death.
And Death is singing its song only for him. Because, its only when you die do you realize how wildly alone you are. Everyone gets their own private death. Everything they’ve ever done coalesces into one singular emotion. It overwhelms you and shatters the illusion of self.

Only for you.

So Death come to me. Embrace me. Make love to me and we shall be one. A true marriage. And we’ll start this house on fire and don’t forget the flowers. Flowers are lovely for marriage and funerals.

I know this all sounds terribly maudlin even for a Monday but I assure you, Death is a beautiful lover. And the best way to enjoy Death’s embrace is to fuck it with everything you got.

Shitty boring music shouldn’t depress you. It should make you want to start some kind of punk band. Start some kind of riot of noise. Perhaps our life, could be a kind of music we fuck death with.