When I was really small my dad and I went on a road trip. Part of me wants to say that we were headed to California to my great grandpa's funeral, or maybe we were on the same trip where I would see the ocean for the first time. Who knows, maybe all of that was even in the same trip, I guess the reasons why are irrelevant. But there we were, driving down the freeway in the middle of the night, he was in the driver's seat and I was riding shotgun. He must have had his tape of 'Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneyground Part One' by The Kinks, or maybe it came on the radio. Either way, he meticulously taught me every single word to 'Lola'.
I remember singing my little heart out while I watched semi-trucks passed to the steady strum of a steel guitar. It is the first time I can really remember loving a song, loving the feeling of singing at the top of my lungs in a car. Anyway, I love this song. I love that this is the first song I can remember loving, and I love that the memory tied to it is singing at the top of my lungs with my dad.
I remember singing my little heart out while I watched semi-trucks passed to the steady strum of a steel guitar. It is the first time I can really remember loving a song, loving the feeling of singing at the top of my lungs in a car. Anyway, I love this song. I love that this is the first song I can remember loving, and I love that the memory tied to it is singing at the top of my lungs with my dad.
i love this song! and it reminds me of our family road trips to california when we were little! hahah oh em gee we are so rad. you are so rad.
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