"Weather With You" was Crowded House at their best.
Songs are open to interpretation, and where many find hope in the line about singing like a bird released, I've always felt the opposite. That no matter the weather outside, our humble narrator will always sing "Stormy Weather," stuck like a small boat made of china on his mantlepiece, with nothing cooking in his kitchen and minor chords as far as the ear can hear.
So, along comes Jimmy Buffett, who thinks to himself, "Wow. This tune is borderline mournful. You know what it needs? Some freakin' steel drums."
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