Equinox

September 9, 2006 at 2:36 am (Uncategorized)

Here lies the saddest song ever when September is on the calendar. Jim Morrison, typically depressing in a more abstract way, provokes the ‘hibernate or die’ lament of late summer and early fall. There’s not even one word in here about ancient lakes or sexual relations with a family member. I like listening to this tune in late May or early June, when I can mock it. This time of year? Forget about it. I’d be snaking the garden hose into my tailpipe. Which sounds kind of dirty, doesn’t it?

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin’ sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin’ on
Summer’s almost gone