Song | Celebrated Summer |
Artist | Mark Kozelek |
Album | The Finally LP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mould | |
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower | |
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour | |
I guess I better think up a way to spend my time | |
Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime | |
Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around | |
It's back to summer, it's back to basics, hang around | |
Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band | |
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand | |
Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? | |
Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds | |
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there | |
Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? | |
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell? |
zuo qu : Mould | |
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower | |
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour | |
I guess I better think up a way to spend my time | |
Just when I' m ready to sit inside, it' s summertime | |
Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around | |
It' s back to summer, it' s back to basics, hang around | |
Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band | |
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand | |
Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? | |
Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds | |
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there | |
Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? | |
When summer barely had a snowball' s chance in hell? |
zuò qǔ : Mould | |
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower | |
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour | |
I guess I better think up a way to spend my time | |
Just when I' m ready to sit inside, it' s summertime | |
Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around | |
It' s back to summer, it' s back to basics, hang around | |
Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band | |
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand | |
Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? | |
Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds | |
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there | |
Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? | |
When summer barely had a snowball' s chance in hell? |