Years ago a really catchy song came out. I loved the tune. My son was about 17 at the time, and when it came on the radio I turned it up and told him that I loved this song. Mark asked me if I had listened to the lyrics. I said no, it was hard to decipher so I just went with what I thought the words were. My sweet son said that the song was really catchy but he asked me not to ever look at the lyrics.
That was about a decade ago. You rarely hear that song on the radio now. But the other day I was modifying a play list and that song came up as one that I may like to add. When I listened to it, I instantly loved it all over again. I was about to add it to my playlist, when I thought, maybe, since I’m not the only person that follows my playlist, I should know the lyrics.
So I read them as I listened. And like so many great songs, I found out that the lyrics are nothing like I thought they were. I was sad. This tune that I really liked is all about a subject that I cannot glorify.
I did not add the song to my playlist. I cannot promote, in my life or anyone else’s, such negativity. No matter how fun it sounded and no matter how catchy the tune.
I am so pleased with my children, for watching out for their mom. For wanting to protect me from the rathe of the world, even when it’s on the Top 40.
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