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July 17, 2006
Was a hot afternoon, the first day of June....
... and the sun was a demon....
Who sang that? Peter Sarstedt? Bobby Goldsborough? I dunno but it was someone of that ilk. And I hate that song!
Not because of the song in itself. Just because of the way it makes me feel - those first two lines - they make me feel hot and sweaty.... and not in a good way. They remind me of days like this one and the ones we've been having lately. And the damn radio stations insist on playing it don't they? I think they think it's ironic. It's not....it's bloody torture.
They're forecasting 32 degrees for today. But worse,for tonight - 20 degrees. Tonight! I mean, it's nightime, there's no sun, where the hell's all that heat coming from? ( BTW that's 68 degrees in real money.)
Anyone reading this who's currently living in the southern hemisphere is right now thinking "what's the big deal?" But this is Britain, we don't DO eighty degrees. My plants are wilting, my clothes are wilting, I'm bloody wilting. Oh role on work, at least I have a fan in work.
Just do yourself a favour, don't speak to me today. At least, not about the weather!
Posted by lilliebet at July 17, 2006 07:15 AM
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Wasn't the song about the older lady who invited a young bloke into her house to have sex???
Seems to ring a bell but I only have vague recollections (of the song, not the sex)
Anyway, just think as yourself as "on heat"
Posted by: Biill at July 20, 2006 10:10 AM
I found it, I found it...
(Bobby Goldsboro)
It was a hot afternoon
Last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming
I told Billy-Ray
In his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walking by
When I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winking
She was 31 and I was 17
I knew nothing about love
She knew everything
And I sat down beside her on the front porch swing
And wondered what the coming night would bring
The sun closed her eyes
As it climbed in the sky
And it started to swelter
The sweat trickled down the front of her gown
And I thought it would melt her
She threw back her hair
Like I wasn't there
And she sipped on a julep
Her shoulders were bare
And I tried not to stare
When I looked at her two lips.
And when she looked at me
I heard her softly say
I know you're young
You don't know what to do or say
But stay with me until the sun has gone away
And I will chase the boy in you away
And then she smiled and we talked for a while
And we walked for a mile to the sea
We sat on the sand, and a boy took her hand
But I saw the sun rise as a man
Ten years have gone by
Since I looked in her eye
But the memory lingers
I go back in my mind
To the very first time
And feel the touch of her fingers
It was a hot afternoon
Last day of June
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One-ten in the shade
And the pavement was steaming...
for Michele...
Posted by: Bill at July 20, 2006 10:21 AM
Well err yes it was about a young man and an older woman and their hot, steamy relationship. But that was not the hot and steamy I was referring to. I was just talking about the temperature, honest ;-)
Posted by: lilliebet at July 20, 2006 06:01 PM