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title: "Sunlight"

meaning: "After Stories' head-noise: choose sunlight: popsicle picnic, Tajín mango, beer back, summer camp where nobody needs you."

year: 2023
release: "MÖB"
releaseType: "album"

artist: "Scoobert Doobert"
artistId: "#scoobert"

credits: "Written, performed, produced, and mixed by Luke Francis Walton. Mastered by Riley Knapp. Album art by Gentle Giant Illustrations."

apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/sunlight/1708670332?i=1708670335"
spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/7kAZdCuQ89YJHbJQI0xeOB"

themes: ["sunlight", "summer", "joy", "MÖB", "California"]

isrc: QZNWQ2342323
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  Strawberry shortcake
  A popsicle picnic
  A waterpark ticket for you
  I'm barefoot on concrete
  I'm burning up my feet
  It's snow-cone weather
  Margarita round number two

  I'll be in the sunlight, the sunlight
  Yeah, imma be in the sunlight, the sunlight
  Imma throw a beer back
  And savor it
  Got me feeling alright
  In the sunlight, the sunlight
  Oo yeah hmm
  Oo yeah hmm
  Yeah, Imma throw another beer back
  And savor it
  And now I'm feeling alright
  In the sunlight
  The sunlight
  Oo yeah

  No tourist trap
  My mango got that Tajín in the bag
  Breezy, put up a hammock throw a frisbee
  Under a clear sky
  Summer camp away
  Where the living's easy
  'Cause nobody needs me

  Imma be in the sunlight, the sunlight
  Yeah imma be in the sunlight, the sunlight
  Imma throw a beer back
  And savor it
  Got me feeling alright
  In the sunlight
  The sunlight
  Oo yeah hmm
  Oo yeah hmm
  Yeah, Imma throw another beer back
  And savor it
  And now I'm feeling alright
  In the sunlight
  The sunlight

  Oo yeah sunlight
  Oo yeah sunlight
  Oo yeah

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Track three on [*MÖB*](/albums/mob/), the deliberate turn toward warmth after [*Stories*](/songs/stories/)' head-loop. [Ear to the Ground Music](https://www.eartothegroundmusic.co/2023/10/20/album-review-digging-into-the-soulful-stylings-of-scoobert-dooberts-new-mob/) singled it out for bouncy funk energy, which fits its job: the album trying an answer to its own anxiety. The verses are a summer inventory (popsicle picnic, mango with Tajín, margarita number two) and the chorus is a prescription repeated until it sticks: *imma be in the sunlight*, throw a beer back, *savor it*.

The quietly load-bearing line is *nobody needs me*. That's the freedom move, not martyrdom but permission to exist without being on call. On an LP shadowed by illness and dread, *Sunlight* is the choice to step into the light anyway. It pairs with [*Tired of the Sunshine*](/songs/tired-of-the-sunshine/) on [*Moonlight Beach*](/albums/moonlight-beach/) as the push-pull on California brightness. Here the vote is for the sun.

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