3 Days of Summer (but hoping for more)

I haven’t blogged for a while because it has come to my attention that people read my blog – ridiculous yes?  I started to get a bit worried that I was putting too much of myself out into the public domain, things that I probably didn’t want certain people to know about, well you don’t necessarily want everyone to know everything about you, especially new acquaintances who you would really rather only saw you in your best possible light, but then again if almost everything about them is available in the public domain then maybe it is only fair that they get some extra information about you? This is turning out a bit cryptic and I’m sorry about that but the ones who need to will be able to read between the lines. 

Summer has decided to show it’s face again, hopefully it will last for a bit longer this time, and it has made me think about summer songs.  You know the ones that I am talking about, the ones that you listen too and instantly conjure up memories of standing in a crowd on a sweltering day watching a band you love dominating a festival or  driving down the motorway with your sunnies on the stereo blaring and the windows wide open or BBQing with friends or, well if you weren’t already with me I am sure that you have the idea by now. I think i am going to put together a CD of my summer anthems, I seem to be doing an awful lot of driving at the moment and I could do with a new play list. Track number 1 is going to be the song I am listening to right now by a band I love and had the massive privilege of seeing at Bamboozle last month – Woke Up in a Car by Something Corporate – here have a pic and some lyrics.

I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel
Caught a train to Poughkeepsie
And time stood still
She wrote me a letter from San Diego
To qualify her luck
These flights connect through Arizona
But I think I’ll stay stuck
“So”Here I am
Here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I’ve never been so lost
I’ve never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car

I met a girl who kept tattoos
For homes that she had loved
If I were her I’d paint my body
‘Till all my skin was gone
She wrote me a letter
As we passed through Rockford
She said she won’t forget
Maybe I do maybe I don’t
But I know I haven’t yet
So here I am
Here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I’ve never been so lost
I’ve never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car

And maybe I could live forever
If not ever i had known
That you’d be waiting there whenever
I am all alone
But here I am

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I’ve never been so lost
I’ve never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys

Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I’ve never been so lost
I’ve never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car
I woke up in a car
I woke up in car

Oh and I’m going to see the great John Mayer and his guitar playing sex faces on Thursday, for some reason I have never gotten around to seeing him before so I’m massively excited about this. Come on sunshine stay with me please!  And one last thing whilst I am here, Happy Birthday to Kate Erring for last week, thank you for a brilliant party weekend and for all the Pimms on the terrace, I felt like a proper growed up!

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