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Der Soundtrack eines verregneten Sommers, der Fernweh bekundet, und sich vor allem nach schönem Wetter sehnt. ;o)
Words & Music: Philipp Szalay
Arrangment: The Blackbirds
Mixed: Daniel Reisinger
Words & Music: Philipp Szalay
Arrangment: The Blackbirds
Mixed: Daniel Reisinger
Summer soul – The Blackbirds
Verse:
Where are you gone my summer soul,
It feels like English weather follows me home,
Frosty mornings betraying the sun.
I’ll grab my stuff and I’ll be gone,
Headin’ off, not telling anyone.
I’ll book myself a last minute flight to go.
Ref.:
To Palmyra, an island in the sun,
Stripping to the waist that needed to be done.
For the sunniest sunbath, all day long,
“Oh, belle” I’d say “won’t you put on some lotion?”
Verse:
Don’t need no postcards to send back,
Conveying no greetings in a post sack,
And I’ll convene my new friends in the sand.
Being lazy will become more important,
Stretching out on my hammock,
Starring at the stunning beauties of the land.
Ref.:
On Palmyra an island in the sun,
I’ll find what I wanted for so long,
Masses of mock tails and the girls would go on,
Melting my flowered bath shorts down.
Verse:
Where are you gone my summer soul,
It feels like English weather follows me home,
Frosty mornings betraying the sun.
I’ll grab my stuff and I’ll be gone,
Headin’ off, not telling anyone.
I’ll book myself a last minute flight to go.
Ref.:
To Palmyra, an island in the sun,
Stripping to the waist that needed to be done.
For the sunniest sunbath, all day long,
“Oh, belle” I’d say “won’t you put on some lotion?”
Verse:
Don’t need no postcards to send back,
Conveying no greetings in a post sack,
And I’ll convene my new friends in the sand.
Being lazy will become more important,
Stretching out on my hammock,
Starring at the stunning beauties of the land.
Ref.:
On Palmyra an island in the sun,
I’ll find what I wanted for so long,
Masses of mock tails and the girls would go on,
Melting my flowered bath shorts down.
