Haven't done a music post lately. Some friends have fled to Florida to avoid winter altogether (though today was a glorious warmish day for the Mid-Atlantic winter - after a very dismal weekend - but nothing comes close to having a a bummer week like getting your car crushed in Pacific storms!). Well what to do to bring some cheer? An upbeat tune by "Noah and the Whale" and some of our Filipino friends having a grand old time where the weather is hot, the water is warm, the beer is flowing. Ukulele, whistling, mouth trumpet. Life is good.
Love, Love, Love from Cedric Valera on Vimeo.
Lyrics
Oh, in five years time we could be walking round the zoo
With the sun shining down over me and you
And there’ll be love in the bodys of the elephants too
I’ll put my hands over your eyes, but you'll peek through
And there’ll be sun, sun, sun
All over our faces
And sun, sun, sun
All over our bodys.
And sun, sun, sun
All down my neck
Oh, and sun, sun, sun
So, what the heck
'cause' we’ll be laughing at each others silly little jokes
And we’ll be laughing about how we use to smoke
All those stupid little cigarretes and drinks stupid wine
‘cause it’s what we needed to have a good time
But it was fun, fun, fun
When we were drinking.
It was fun, fun, fun
When we were drunk
And it was fun, fun, fun
When we were dancing
It was fun, fun, fun
Oh, it was fun.
Well then I look at you and say “it’s the happiest that I’ve ever been”
And I’ll say: “I no longer feel that I have to be james dean”
And she'll say: “yeah, well I feel pretty happy too, and I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you”
And there will be love, love, love
All through our bodys.
Love, love, love
All through our minds
And it'l be love, love, love
All over her face
And love, love, love all over mine
And though admittedly all these moments are just in my head
I’ll be thinking about them when I'm lying in bed
And i know that none of it will even come true
But in my mind I’m having a pretty good time with you
Oh, In five years time
I might not know you
In five years time
We might not speak
Oh, In five years time
We might not get along
In five years time
You might just prove me wrong
But there’ll be love, love, love
Wherever you go
There’ll be love, love, love....................
Kudos to this Bookseller
3 days ago
1 comment:
Thanks Rod, I needed that.
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