The summer makes us godlike

This is a little something I wrote many years ago, which I’m putting up here because, well, we’re in autumn now, and that’s a time for wistful memories. The song tries to capture three things: the inherent melancholy of autumn, memories of bar-tending jobs during college holidays, and that feeling you have in your twenties (especially during summer) of being somehow immortal – with a simultaneous coda that you know this feeling will soon end.

 

Pretty Different

All the crowds at the bar tend to laugh

when he spills all his coffee

Sit around dirty tables drinking beer

and listen to the singer

Gotta rush gotta go now I’m late

I’m working in ten minutes

But I might see you later up there

you can sit

on my knee

in a booth

 

Chorus:

Well the summer makes us godlike

Look at me

Yes I’m strong

Don’t be long

And it doesn’t seem so random

Taste the air

Look at me

Yes I’m free

 

All the faces are screwed-up and ugly

but all that doesn’t matter

There’s a fire burning out of control

but I’m shielded by a door

Let us waste let us squander our money

no reason to adore it

‘Cause I know I’ll be meeting her later

she can sit

on my knee

in a booth

 

Chorus

Well the summer makes us godlike

Look at me

Yes I’m strong

Don’t be long

And it doesn’t seem so random

Taste the air

Look at me

Yes I’m free

Well the summer makes us godlike

Run away

Over dust

Over dust

 

All the crowds ask the same dumb old questions

are you a boy or a girl?

I just smile flick my hair dip my shoulder

I know that I’m not flirting

Gotta rush gotta go now I’m late

but all that doesn’t matter

‘Cause I know I’ll be meeting her later

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