There's that word again: "nice." "I feel nice inside / And now it's summer again."
I find songs like this stranger even that the back end of Remain in Light or My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, if only because it's notably not compelling. Airy, solid, simple and simplistic. The familiar oscillations between identity and performance are hear, but batted around indifferently. Although I'll go out on a limb and say that the lines "I believe that I was / Born with the things that I know" are hyper-problematic, especially given the virtual fixation on performance and construction. Unfortunately, I can't push through the layers of boredom.
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