The Sun Will Come Out Again

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and sing the song Tomorrow, that joyous uplifting striking from the joyous uplifting musical Annie, based on a joyous uplifting comic strip nearly a little orphan girl who's so poor, she tin't even afford dots on her eyeballs.

And because things have been a flake grey and alone lately, I tried lifting my spirits with a showtune. I popped on my cherry curly Annie wig, grinned my cheesy Annie grin, and sang in my pluckiest Annie vox: "Ohhhhh the sun'll come up out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrowwwww, there'll be sunnnn!" It worked. It really worked. I started feeling happy and hopeful and healed once again … until I got to the second line, and the lyrics began mysteriously rewriting themselves: "But … what if there's sun tomorrow, and the 24-hour interval that comes afterward tomorrow … there is none?" The song was transforming right earlier my undotted Annie optics. By the time I got to the big rousing chorus, it had turned into a miserable cynical travesty: "Tomorrow'south tomorrow may be fraught with sorrow, it's only two days awayyyyyy".

Aileen Quinn in the film adaptation of Annie.

Aileen Quinn in the film accommodation of Annie.

My favourite go-to uplifting song had let me down but luckily I had an emergency back-up in my Song Box: Carole King'southward Yous've Got A Friend – information technology e'er helps when I'm downwards and troubled and neeeeeeed some love and caaaaaare. So I chucked off my red curly Annie wig and plonked on my blonde curly Carole wig (I go along my Wig Tub right adjacent to my Song Box). I grabbed my guitar and sang: "You just calllll out my proper noun, and yous know wherever I am, I'll come up running, to see you agaaaaain". Yeahhhh, that'southward ameliorate … I was feeling chipper now, even throwing in some finger-picking James Taylor guitar-licks, chop-chop flipping to my long scraggly James Taylor wig. Just it started happening again. The lyrics began turning night and negative: "Wintertime, leap summertime or falllll, I'1000 not sure I can come up at allllll. Information technology's outside my 5k zone, but we can WhatsAaaaaapp".

All my joyous uplifting songs were betraying me. Johnny Nash'southward I Can See Clearly At present usually made me experience skilful, simply now information technology simply made me experience pitiful – Johnny passed away last week, it'southward not such a brilliant (bright) sunshiny twenty-four hours at all, information technology's a dark (night) overcast month with possible scattered showers. Justin Timberlake'south Can't End the Feeling! usually gets me smile, but now it merely made me wince – I don't desire sunshine in my pocket, JT, the sun is 15-million degrees, information technology would really burn down my nethers. Edith Piaf'due south No, I Take No Regrets unremarkably fills me with promise, but at present the vocal just came out as "Yessssss I regret everything! Yesssssss everything I regret! Every word! Every thought! And that craven-feta sausage-roll I recently boughhhhht!"

The original Little Orphan Annie.

The original Petty Orphan Annie. Credit:

What's going on? Music is supposed to heal, music is supposed to condolement, but none of my songs were powerful enough to overcome the year 2020. Then I slammed shut my Song Box, locked upwardly my Wig Tub, sabbatum down and wrote a song of my own. Information technology's got no melody, it'due south got no chorus, it'south just a grunted cardinal howl from deep within the gut, only information technology actually seems to help: "F--- off will y'all, 20-Xx! Can't look til you've wenty-wenty! Oh please let me venty-venty! Our goodwill'south all spenty-spenty! To quite an extenty-xtenty! That virus you senty-senty! And Trump, our tormenty-menty! Financial descenty-scenty! Past many percenty-centy! Oh hear my lamenty-menty! F--- OFF WILL You, TWENTY-TWENTY!!!!" That'southward Poesy 1. There are 46 more than verses. It's my American Pie.

Danny Katz is a Melbourne humourist.

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Source: https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/life-and-relationships/will-the-sun-really-come-out-tomorrow-maybe-annie-lied-to-us-20201015-p565b3.html

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