i do believe the best pleasures in life are simple ones.
cricket-chirping backbeat, pleading voice, haunting lyrics and ska-influenced guitar riffs. trying to capture this feeling in words - and it reminds me of indian summer.
days...
when it's oppressive and hard to breathe. you can feel the air thick and hot. on days like this, you slip out and get ice cream and watch the world go by. when everything, the sidewalk even, seems to be sweating. and what you want most of all is to lie tall green grass under a tree. watch the sky pass and dream your life away.
and at night...
an old fashioned backyard barbecue with colourful lights strung up. you turn the hi-fi system up loud and slow-dance. and to make it last forever - turn off the ac and sleep under a cool sheet with your feet up against a wall.
the payola$ - eyes of a stranger:
related to this...
black keys - busted
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