A Swimmer in an Indian Summer
We certainly have been experiencing Indian Summer here in New York this past week. That's not something I remember ever noticing in California. My cousin reminded me of this song today. It was written and recorded in 1987 by our high school band. King Me wrote the lyrics.
I can’t stand to sit in this town,
I’ve got to get up and move around.
Relaxed she sang a song to me
with a voice that rings right through your ears
like the rings right through a bull’s nose.
When the last Spaniard is sent out to pasture,
the ring’s the palace and the bull’s the master.
A swimmer in an Indian summer,
I know, I am.
Swinging from a tire,
let go, splash down.
Wipe dry fight off ticks:
Ick, ick
Rocky mountain spotted fever?
Fever! That’s not for me, sir!
That song was a lot of fun to play and sing.
posted by Alien at
12:07 PM
3 Comments:
Fun to listen to as well!
All deference to a truly kick-ass song, bot on a blog that dares to mix politics and music I have to ask: What is the etymology of "Indian Summer"? Cause I'm afraid it might have the same root as "Indian Giver" that is to say "We gave you these perfectly good blankets and beads in exchange for Manhattan, and now you want it back?"
Indian summer in San francisco is one of it's saving graces. No other bay area town gets it or needs it. Well marin gets it but we're the spoiled baby of the sfba.
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