13. september 2009
Da solens stråler faldt på Gravhundens ryg og fik hårene på hans logrende hale til at skinne, dukkede The Kink’s vidunderlige Sunny Afternoon op i mit hoved, for jeg ved ikke hvilken gang. Altid når solen sådan bryder frem med varme og med et fejer gråheden – den synlige og den overførte – væk. Efteråret står indiskutabelt for døren, men sommeren sender os stadigvæk generøst en hilsen endnu. Sensommer.
The tax mans taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I cant sail my yacht,
Hes taken everything Ive got,
All Ive gots this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriends run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now Im sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
13. september 2009 kl. 20:47
Der har du vist lavet et deep-link, som de ikke bryder sig om. Jeg kan godt forstÃ¥ at du kommer til at tænke pÃ¥ “Sunny Afternoon”, men de skotskternede benklæder generer mig altsÃ¥ lidt :-)