Maybe I've watched The Virgin Suicides too many times or I've seen too many psychological thrillers, but I've become strangely obsessed with the idea of a seemingly peaceful and aesthetically pleasing suburbia that pretends to be society's idea of perfect normality... when really there is no such thing. In public, kids prepare for college, honest men play golf in the park, and women dutifully wait for their husbands to come home from work; but behind closed doors, couples fight, teenagers take up smoking, and corrupted money exchanges hands. Fake smiles are eternally plastered on the pale faces of young housewives even as they become increasingly unhappy, limited by the burdens of strict moral codes and the judging eyes of gossipy neighborhood women. The kids who once promised themselves they would never be like their parents end up becoming replicas of them, and those who refuse to conform are exiled. Perfect appearances come with nasty thoughts and extreme manifestations of inner anger and repression, which lead to the downfall of the city.
The decay of a once beautiful place is just as interesting to me as a society in it's prime. Memories accumulate at the same speed as the dirt and graffiti that slowly envelop once-clean walls.
This song represents the eeriness that I'm fascinated by.
"Your daddy's rich and your mama's good lookin"
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