[I’m convinced that if you make a song with lyrics along the lines of “it’s all going to be alright”, “everything will get better”, “everything will be okay” etc it will be a hit. I think people like reassurance (even if it is impersonal). I know I do. — gtmcknight]
I have a playlist of songs like that (though more nuanced) that I called “The Morning After” and, now that my emotional life has stabilized, I call “Hangover.”
When I lived in Houston with my uncle and his partner, they would make life so miserable with their bickering, and I felt so alone for other reasons, that I kept playing “Breathe In, Breathe Out” by the British pop star Rachel Stevens. (It’s pure corn syrup.) Recently the song came up on shuffle and I realized, happily, how inapplicable it felt.
