The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
(Joni Mitchell, "Carey" - Blue, 1971)
The way Joni Mitchell sings it, beach tar on the feet sounds kind of fun and romantic if a bit scruffy. But beach tar is no joke, let me tell you! It took 15 minutes of scrubbing with every possible solvent to get this tar off my feet!
Beach tar = bad!
(Where does it come from anyway?)
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