Concurrent Sentences

Parody of “Let It Go”, words and music by Kristen Anderson-Lopez & Robert Lopez

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Parody lyrics ©2020-09-15 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

In 2020, those of us lucky enough to be able to work from home were advised and sometimes legally ordered to remain at home to protect public health. In September 2020, in California and Oregon and generally the West Coast, those of us lucky enough to live far enough from the August fires not to have to evacuate were faced with unhealthy outdoor air for weeks, even causing orange skies for awhile. If it felt almost like house arrest at times, at least it was concurrent. That reminded me of a perennial favorite of being forced to stay at home by snow, and how it wasn’t so bad. Snow (which actually fell in Denver, the day after blistering hot temperatures) sounded pretty good in the middle of record-breaking fires. So I threw all of that into a mashup.

The snow grows deep in the street tonight,
Not a snowplow to be had.
I’m tired of isolation
And the hurricanes looked bad.
The fires were frightful: made it hard to breathe outside.
Just to make things worse, didn’t help he lied.

“Don’t let them know, don’t let them fear.
Just like magic you’ll see it disappear.
Don’t let them in, it won’t come here.”
Well, it came here!

Chorus: Let it snow!  Let it snow!
No place to go anymore.
Let it snow!  Let it snow!
Stay at home and bar the door!
Here I stand, and here I’ll stay!
Let the storm rage on.
’Cause COVID would keep me in anyway.

Defying social distance
Puts everyone at risk.
I can stick to online shopping
When weather gets this brisk.

There’s time to read and things to do.
To be with friends and family too.
No virus risk, no smoky plume
On Zoom!

Chorus: Let it snow!  Let it snow!
I’m so done with the orange sky!
Let it snow!  Let it snow!
So fewer folks will die.
Here I’ve stayed since March or May.
I forget which oneĀ…

My power cut off and the lights are way down low.
The streets are battlegrounds as fractured faction tensions grow.
No sign of stopping, but one thought helps me to cope:
This year will end someday! The future still holds hope!

Chorus: Let it snow!  Let it snow!
Stop that partying en masse.
Let it snow!  Let it snow!
This perfect storm will pass.
I can’t tell if it’s night or day!
Let the storm rage on!
’Cause COVID would keep me in anyway.