Song Lyric Sunday — Everyday People

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adams has asked us to use “ Different/Same” as our theme. This was a no-brainer for me. There’s one song that teaches us that no matter how different we appear to be, “we are the same whatever we do.”

“Everyday People” was a 1968 song composed by Sly Stone and recorded by his band, Sly and the Family Stone. It was the first single by the band to hit number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, and it’s remembered as one of the most popular songs of the 1960s.

Stone wrote this about how everyone is essentially the same, regardless of race or background. The song mocks the futility of people hating each other for being tall, short, rich, poor, fat, skinny, white, black, or anything else. It’s a lesson that, in 2020, we still haven’t learned. Stone’s band, itself, was a mash-up of musical styles, with band members of different genders and ethnic backgrounds.

According to Songfacts, “Everyday People” takes some inspiration from Mother Goose, adding a twist to the traditional nursery rhyme “rub-a-dub-dub.” The familiar three men in a tub — the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker — become the butcher, the banker, the drummer, and, in the spirit of the song’s message of solidarity among all people, Sly adds: “makes no difference what group I’m in.”

The song repeats the line “different strokes for different folks,” which became a popular catchphrase in 1969, and allegedly inspired the name of the television sitcom, Diff’rent Strokes. There’s also the recurring line, “And so on, and so on, and scooby dooby doo.” Some believe that the children’s animated TV series Scooby-Doo (often featuring the phrase “scooby dooby doo”), which also launched in 1969, may have been inspired by that line.

Here are the lyrics for “Everyday People.”

Sometimes I’m right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I’m in

I am everyday people, yeah yeah

There is a blue one who can’t accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha we got to live together

I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can’t figure out the bag I’m in

I am everyday people, yeah yeah

There is a long hair that doesn’t like the short hair
For bein’ such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo

Oh sha sha we got to live together

There is a yellow one that won’t accept the black one
That won’t accept the red one that won’t accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo

I am everyday people

Fandango’s Provocative Question #64

FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration.

By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

Before I ever started blogging, I was talking with a guy who was a blogger. I asked him why he enjoyed blogging. His answer surprised me. He said that on his blog, he could be the man he always wanted to be. He added that he liked who he was on his blog better than who he was in the real world.

That floored me. I couldn’t fathom how someone could be one person in real life and another person in a virtual life. But he explained that he could more freely express himself on his blog. That he was actually more forthright, honest, and open about his opinions, perspectives, and beliefs in the blogosphere than he could ever be in real life, where he felt constrained by the etiquette of polite society. His blogging self, he said, was more reflective of who he was than his “real” self. My mind was blown.

So my question this week is this.

Are you the same person on your blog as you are in real life? Do you like yourself more in the virtual world than you do in the real world?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments. But remember to check to confirm that your pingback or your link shows up in the comments.

50 Word Thursday — The Long, Lonely Road

CCC2B440-D029-4650-A318-431AF1EF6DE2He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.

But now he was taking a different, long, lonely road; it was time for him to make new tracks.

(50 words)

Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday prompt from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The idea is to use the image above (unattributed), along with the line, “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again” from The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland, and to write a post that must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.

Nature Versus Nurture


b335d9b3-e4b1-4463-a640-0fc2993fc86e.jpeg“I don’t understand,” Hal said to his wife. “We have two boys, two years apart, both raised in the same household, both exposed to the same things, and the two couldn’t be more different. What are we doing wrong?”

“I’m holding on to the hope that we’re not doing anything wrong,” Judy said. “I just think they have different natures.”

“That’s an understatement,” Hal said. “Richard is downright vulgar, whereas Robert is extremely bashful.” It’s hard to believe they are actually related to each other.”

“I know,” Judy said. “And where Richard is irreverent, Robert always shows great finesse.”

“Well, I just don’t get it,” Hal lamented. “They’re both our sons, so they should be like peas in a pod, not like they are from different species.”

Judy sighed, got a quizzical look on her face, and said, “Hal, do you think it’s possible that one of our boys is adopted?”

“Well, that would certainly address the issue of nature versus nurture,” Hal said.

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (holding), Word of the Day Challenge (vulgar), Your Daily Word Prompt (bashful), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (irreverent), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (finesse).

100WW — Ticky-Tacky


“I don’t like it,” she said

“Why not?” he asked.

“It’s bland,” she answered. “Every house looks the same, every lot the same size, everything so uniform. It’s a bunch of ticky-tacky little houses all lined up in a row. It reminds me of some sort of “Stepford Wives” community.”

“But this is all we can afford,” he pointed out. “We don’t have the money to live in a neighborhood of custom homes. I wish we could, but we can’t.”

“Then let’s just stay with your parents until we can afford something different, something better, something unqiue,” she said.

(99 words)

Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.