Rabbit, rabbit! I've never seen them because of the fence around their patio and the lilac tree and other shrubs growing on both sides of the division between properties, but the children next door sing on sunny days. Some of their songs I've recognized from children's games that I hadn't realized were still part of schoolyard or playground culture, some are completely unknown to me. Today's had a bouncy, repetitive rhythm with intermittent internal rhymes and a sing-song tune in which different years went by like a counting game. I couldn't make out all of the lyrics: once I was twenty years old . . . soon we'll be thirty years old . . . I'm still learning about life . . . sing them all my songs and tell them all my stories . . . soon I'll be sixty years old. I became curious and threw a couple of the above phrases into Google.
They were singing Lukas Graham's "7 Years."
They're still singing it, in fact, a kind of endless round of years, seven to sixty and back again. I can't call this out as weird at all. I came away from elementary school with a number of formative folk songs, but one I remember singing repeatedly underneath the little stretch of crabapple trees down the side of the schoolyard, turning to clasp hands with the friend I made after second grade, was Joni Mitchell's "The Circle Game."
They were singing Lukas Graham's "7 Years."
They're still singing it, in fact, a kind of endless round of years, seven to sixty and back again. I can't call this out as weird at all. I came away from elementary school with a number of formative folk songs, but one I remember singing repeatedly underneath the little stretch of crabapple trees down the side of the schoolyard, turning to clasp hands with the friend I made after second grade, was Joni Mitchell's "The Circle Game."
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