Something extra spooky and deflating about being a California emigrant, sitting on a tram in Australia in 2018, reading a book written in 1965 that calls this song from 1937 prescient. In California, the cost of living has always been a bitch. Maybe we'll see an evacuation of the working class soon. But from the sounds of things, the downward/upward spiral has been around for so long, expecting things to change may be a little silly.
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