One More Summer Of Love
... Just one more Summer of Love...
Northern stars tattooed on my fingers
In the summer of 69
On a Berlin train with the echo of the Ghetto
Pounding in the raging Rhine
It was all much closer than I ever dreamed of
Yet further than I dared to think
Twenty Five Years from there to here
In the land of Grey and Pink…
Now it's a grey old day in 88
There are bombs on the Greyhounds and the Chevrolets
Down along the Devil's Way
As we ride the rails to God knows where
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Fear and pheromones ruled the air,
One more Summer of Love
I had a brother when I was young
He was a mystery to me
We never got along and now he’s gone
That was all he ever gave to me
I don’t miss him all that much.
We only shared an hour or two
It’s hard to miss what you never had
When you’re coal house black and blue
One more Summer of Love
Give me one more Summer of Love
There was another brother lost to me
The one I have yet to meet
He came between the boy and the man I am
One minute old and he beat a retreat
I’ve only just begun wondering how and when
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Tears and amphetamines ruled the head,
Give me one more Summer of Love
Would we have ever got along
There in the summer sun
Would he have turned my destiny?
Who would have won?
Then the willow arrows cut me down
Cut me like a field of corn
The cars roared into the silent town
Leaving me re-born
Cowboys and Indians
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Storms and hurricanes fanned the flames
Give me one more Summer of Love
New brooms, Blue moons
Coal holes, Blue tunes
Washtubs, Hot flood
Sunshine Shadows In the afternoon
Quarrels and the slamming of the coal house door
Trains on the Western line
Tearing through the infinite black hole
Taking out another mind
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Childhood memories fuelled the fire,
One more Summer Of Love
One more Summer of Love
One more Summer Of Love
Fear and terror reigning down,
It’s just one more Summer of Love...
About the Creator
David Ireland
David Ireland is a writer, broadcaster, musician and artist.
David also works under the pseudonym Cas Greenfield and with the Electro band Kuhl
Follow David's work as Cas at www.casimirgreenfield.com
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