Lyrics to Wet July
Poured some salsa into a silver bowl
Ate some chips and drank another Equis
Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--
Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you.
Kind of Blue's so easy, in a way--
Those guys: so completely in control,
Sayin' each and every thing they had to say,
One take wonders--on a sunny summer day.
(bridge)
Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--
A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--
I pushed his car out of a ditch
And now his name has come to mean,
A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life's a bitch).
This summer's been wet, so far;
As wet as an all night midtown New York bar.
As wet as all the tears I've cried about our shit.
And damned if now it's August, . . . isn't it?
At least this ain't no wistful September Song,
At most it ain't no Funny Valentine--
We're just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season comin' on,
And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone.
Ate some chips and drank another Equis
Put Miles on the stereo--Kind of Blue--
Equis and enuie, they go hand in hand with you.
Kind of Blue's so easy, in a way--
Those guys: so completely in control,
Sayin' each and every thing they had to say,
One take wonders--on a sunny summer day.
(bridge)
Made me think about Jack Kerouac, I met him once--
A jazz-lovin' raving midnight endless drunk--
I pushed his car out of a ditch
And now his name has come to mean,
A highly specialized form of verbosity--(hey, life's a bitch).
This summer's been wet, so far;
As wet as an all night midtown New York bar.
As wet as all the tears I've cried about our shit.
And damned if now it's August, . . . isn't it?
At least this ain't no wistful September Song,
At most it ain't no Funny Valentine--
We're just sittin' right here rockin' on the porch, with hurricane season comin' on,
And 'Trane and Miles and all those cats are gone.
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