Pleasant Valley Sunday

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A couple of weeks ago, Cyn and I were out walking in her neighborhood. The whole area around there was built in the early fifties, and all the homes are those little cape cod style houses - very small, and similar. Sometimes I make fun of them, but we walked down one street, where all the houses were more "same" than on other blocks. There really was little distinction between them. No trees, similar shrubbery. No signs of life. No apparent pride of ownership. The song, "Pleasant Valley Sunday" came to mind, but the neighborhood described in the song is nicer than the one we walked through.

The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn their song
Serenade the weekend squire,
Who just came out to mow his lawn

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray she's proud today
Because her roses are in bloom
Mr. Green he's so serene
He's got a TV in every room

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don't understand

Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul
And make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray
To places far away
I need a change of scenery

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday...