Who could possibly identify with some of the bland, insipid "love ballads"
that end up on supermarket piped music systems? My guess would be that the
only person such songs could hold deep meaning for would be a retarded teenager
with a crush on the lady who takes care of him. Either that or they were
written and recorded specifically for supermarkets, as part of some
psychological manipulation technique.
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