I realized today that two of my favorite songs, White Christmas and California Dreaming, are exactly the opposite of each other. One sings of longing for the lovely snowy Northeast winter, and the other is sung from the point of view of someone stuck in freezing weather and longing for the warm sunny shores of Los Angeles.
Knowing that Irving Berlin wrote White Christmas while stuck in LA one winter helps to underline the point. And of course, John and Michelle Phillips wrote California dreaming while stuck in the cold northeast.
I wonder how many other songs can be paired this way — perfect opposites, and eerily well matched.