
I still haven’t been to SPI this summer hell I think since last year damn. Okay so the pool in my backyard is still not enough to fulfill my days of Sol y Mar. I think I need that salt and sand, concrete and chlorine are not acceptable alternatives. Sometimes Summer tends to bring out the longing for the past. What Was, What Could have been or What u see through other eyes, in my case vicariously w/ my son Holden. Holden’s name is nostalgic! Yes its that great American Novel or Baseball or a Taste of food, Smell of the Air, or like the pic above the view of a SPI Summer Sunset.
I’m looking foward to Energetik’s Sol at which we will have an impact on edumacte n’ murder da dance floor!
Seasons In The Sun
Before all that I have a song that always get stuck in my head. Yes, yes I know he says spring but I still think of summer. I did not know this but it was originally done by a Belgian singer anyways the lyrics r heart tearing n’ I can’t take hearing it all of it all time, yea I said it.
Terry Jacks
Seasons In The Sun Lyrics
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We’ve known each other since we’re nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC’s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it’s hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it’s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it’s hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev’rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach