The song was written in 2009, when all I had to worry about was quicksand, mean aliens, and earthquakes. But being the female folk singing Nostradamus, I predicted the pandemic and the fires. Although, in my wildest nightmares, I could have never predicted...Trump.
A few years ago singing in my shower with Garfunkel and Oates and Marina V.
Tomorrow the ground may shake
Like they said it was bound to happen one day
And the Hollywood sign will fall
The final call
Well, don't you fret, and don't be blue
You had me and I had you
It was a good life, it was a good, good life
Tomorrow we could all be gone
When the Russian gangsters sell the bomb
And the waves come roaring from the see
A hundred foot swells over Venice Beach
Well don't be scared, and take my hand
We'll swim into the Promised Land
It was a good life, it was a good, good life
It was a good life, it was a good, good life
Tomorrow a tiny cell might grow
In everyone and it's not the cold
Or the hole in the sky will open wide
The aliens land on the 105
If it comes to that, what can we do
You love me and I loved you
It was a good life, it was a good, good life
It was a good life, it was a good, good life
I said boom boom, crash crash underneath the overpass
Burning buildings, flying glass, a good life
On the day the earth stood still, we won't have to pay our bills
As the mud slides down the hill, a good life
And we won't have to make our beds, break out the booze and like I said
Let's have a ball before we're dead, a good life
Let the pious rise above, we'll go down in our sweet love
It was a good, good life
(Jill Sobule/Robin Eaton)