Oι B.O.C. μας προειδοποιούν για τα μελλούμενα …από το μακρινό 1976.
[Το τραγούδι πιθανώς αναφερόταν στην επερχόμενη, τότε, έκρηξη του πανκ – κάποια από τα tracks του Agents Of Fortune συνυπογράφονταν από την Patti Smith].
B.O.C. warn us about things to be …from distant 1976.
[The song probably referred to the then-upcoming punk explosion – some of the Agents Of Fortune’s tracks were co-penned by Patti Smith].
Feeling easy on the outside
But not so funny on the inside
Feel the sound, pray for rain
For this is the night we ride
This ain’t the garden of Eden
There ain’t no angels above
And things ain’t like what they used to be
And this ain’t the summer of love
Lock all your doors from the outside
The key will dangle by the inside
You may begin to understand
That this is the night we ride
This ain’t the garden of Eden
There ain’t no angels above
And things ain’t like what they used to be
And this ain’t the summer of love
On the night we ride, this ain’t the summer of love.
This ain’t the garden of eden
There ain’t no angels above
And things ain’t like what they used to be
And this ain’t the summer of love
This ain’t the summer, this ain’t, this ain’t
This ain’t the summer of love
Coincidentally, I was writing about the summer of love just last week.
I’d be interested in reading it.
Thanks! It’s part of a novel-in-progress, so it’ll be a while . . .
Luv! Quite cool,