California Stars, by Billy Bragg and Wilco.
Famously with lyrics by Woody Guthrie (sometimes still Boody Guppie in my household due to a silly book of Dylan poetry — Bob, not Thomas) set to music by Bragg and Wilco, I always think I don’t have a thing for this song and inevitably, I do. (Kinda like California.)
It’s not just that it reminds me of camping with my wife that one time in California, before kids and office jobs, but that’s part of it. It just does its own good job of transporting to another place without time. (Kinda like California.)
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Anyway, layered on extra guitars and calling it a night here.
All the days are long right now.