This ditty reminds of slushing around a pool party with gazillions of litres of beer and wine and drugs and girls and skin and sleeping overnight and waking up and doing it all again and not having to work much at all. The upside of being a drop out.
And now sober, I can look back at it as some of the great times of my youth, and it is the sound of spring, which is cheekily peeking out from behind the dowdy skirt of winter.
I love the way you describe it: "the sound of spring, which is cheekily peeking out from behind the dowdy skirt of winter."
ReplyDeleteI too have songs that slam me with memories of the worse/better days... Especially the rolling songs. :/
Can't even hear some of them because they unfortunately make me salivate...
Argh!