When bonkers baldilocks sang this Prince-penned hit, it was heartbreak writ large in a chart-topping form that found individuals blubbing in their cars on the way to work. And epitomizes the SGWB trope known as 'The Tantalus' i.e, to prepare a sumptuous meal of memories which you then push just out of your reach, feeding instead on the stomach-churning waves of resultant regret.
And so the perfect choice for Sophie, who fed gold coins into the jukebox as though she were feeding a hungry goose, all the while sipping on a campari and soda, preparing herself for a self-inflicted deluge.
The line that kills her is the one about all the trees he planted for her in the backyard...despite the fact that she and Dale lived in a one room apartment in a concrete bunker next to the airport. Other facts also get lost in the forest of her fond...and fictional...recollections, like that he liked to smoke bongs in bed, chewed his toenails, and often announced the start of his day by playing Sepultura's Roots Bloody Roots at full volume.
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