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Summer Breeze
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Summer Breeze "Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, Blowing through the jasmine in my mind." I'm radio-headed again today. My favourite radio station seems to be playing a lot of seventies music these days, which I must say I love. I sit here trying to work. With the radio off it feels too quiet and lonely. But with it on, sometimes great music takes me back to times and places in my past. (Don't get me started down memory lane - I'm not sure if I can make it back, as Leila reminds us Groucho was fond of saying.) Those Iseley Brothers lyrics look pretty meaningless on their own. But add in the tune and that great guitar sound, and suddenly I am back in the Parks in Oxford, over by the river where you can lie like big cats in the tall grass and watch the punts pole by, carrying pretentious students who don't know you are there. An hour earlier.....It is 1977, four thirty on a weekday afternoon. I am sitting at my desk (trying to work, lol ) when one of the scruffy fourteen year olds I am loosly keeping charge of shouts at me from the next room; "Oi Dreamer, your girlfriend's here!" I go to the window, and see Lizzy looking up at me from the street below. She has walked by the House on her way home from school and she looks like love and sex in one gorgeous package. The fourteen year olds are so in love with her that they do whatever I ask them without complaint just to keep in my good books. She is wearing her tight fitting FU's jeans and a big white business shirt of her father's - her usual school uniform. Her hair is wavy strawberry blond and she looks a little bit like a young Lauren Bacall. I run down the stone stairway and out of the big oak door and we amble arm in arm over the bridge and down the High Street before turning right into Longwall Street. The afternoon sun is still hot but her skin feels soft and cool under my hand and she makes me feel like I know everything there is to know about living and being in love. We walk into the Parks and lie down in the long grass, and "summer breeze" always reminds me so strongly of those days; the smell of the earth and the glimpse of her breast between the buttons. But literally as I am writing this now, Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" comes on the radio. (I know it's all about heroin, but I didn't know that at the time. ) It was one of my favourite songs then. I didn't understand the sadness in it, but I felt it had something to do with a perfect day that wouldn't last forever and would never come again. Maybe that's how we felt, lying there in the grass and watching people go by, kissing, knowing we would sneak back later when her parents had gone out and make love in her attic bedroom. School would be over in a month and then what? Would our lives change for ever? What would we both be doing when we were forty? I am brought back to the present by the DJ who says, "Maria Carey followed by the Police - that's not a news item, that's just the running order," and makes me laugh. Back to work I guess, longing for those carefree summer days again. |
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4/18/2008 7:17 am |
Summer lovin happen so fast...had a girl crazy for me..had a boy cute as can be...summer days drifting away ... I long for some carefree summer lovin out in the grass..under the trees ..on a blanket...just watching the clouds go by... You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
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Summer lovin happen so fast...had a girl crazy for me..had a boy cute as can be...summer days drifting away ... I long for some carefree summer lovin out in the grass..under the trees ..on a blanket...just watching the clouds go by...
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You just reminded me of Nat King Cole's.... I love this tune!!  Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then lock the house up, now you're set And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer You'll wish that summer could always be here Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in Or some romantic moon it seems Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin' You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer You'll wish that summer could always be here You'll wish that summer could always be here Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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In theory the trout season has started here, but today it was 8 degrees C with an east wind which felt like it was coming form Siberia. So not much hatching I wouldn't think!
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Sorry Zandi, I'm afraid that one annoys me for some reason, lol.
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 Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi ..
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The power that words put to a good tune can have in transporting one back to times & places, where even memories of smells & tastes are triggered, can be a lovely thing indeed. Glad you enjoyed the journey, then & now. Nice post Dreamy.  Kizza 
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The power that words put to a good tune can have in transporting one back to times & places, where even memories of smells & tastes are triggered, can be a lovely thing indeed. Glad you enjoyed the journey, then & now. Nice post Dreamy. Kizza
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5/1/2008 4:30 am |
From across the pond ~~~ the lyrics that return my body and soul to a long ago summer's day, bobbing and floating as I let my body melt into the rhythm of the tide ~~~ Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow ~XTC~ And I feel compelled to ask -- what happened to Lizzy? ~L~
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From across the pond ~~~ the lyrics that return my body and soul to a long ago summer's day, bobbing and floating as I let my body melt into the rhythm of the tide ~~~ Trees are dancing drunk with nectar Grass is waving underwater Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning Copper chord of August's organ Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow ~XTC~ And I feel compelled to ask -- what happened to Lizzy? ~L~ Ah, Lizzy. Well first, you can read more about her if you would like to in my earlier posts, The River and Basement Benefits the second of which also tells how we drifted apart. But I did google her a little while back and found that she has risen to spectacular success in her particular field. I don't know how she is in terms of life love and happiness, but I do know that she was very passionate about doing what she has obviously done very well indeed for a living, so I hope she is fulfilled.
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Thanks for coming by, nice to see a new face here. Well okay not exactly a face but you know what I mean. Ah, Lizzy. Well first, you can read more about her if you would like to in my earlier posts, The River and Basement Benefits the second of which also tells how we drifted apart. But I did google her a little while back and found that she has risen to spectacular success in her particular field. I don't know how she is in terms of life love and happiness, but I do know that she was very passionate about doing what she has obviously done very well indeed for a living, so I hope she is fulfilled. Good girls go to heaven,....Bad girls go EVERYWHERE! I love to travel  Come visit my blog tigger678902
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This is so sweet I can't wait to read more about Lizzie,...it's so nice to know you checked up on her,...I do that from time to time,...and I hope that from time to time one of those who held such important places in my heart still hold a certain fondness for me and wish me well as I do them
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