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A song about global warming, raging forest fires and the throat-clenching smoke that follows.
lyrics
I Hate The Summer:
Mercury bubbles inside glass tubes.
Kootenay summer, spend three months nude.
Droughts in the streams, the beaches they look pretty.
90 days and counting, nothing below 30.
Forest floor is like a tinder box.
Spark a butt, watch the fuckin' match talk.
Coughing ash like you got a cigar habit.
Sleep dependent on your window A.C. unit.
Navigating rivers on anything but a boat.
Air mattress, bike tire, fuck I think it should float.
Lobster-ginger-head, the freckles they're on neck.
Post-morning shower, we'll bathe in SPF.
Forest floor is like a tinder box.
Spark a butt, watch the fuckin' match talk.
Coughing ash like you got a cigar habit.
Sleep dependent on your window A.C. unit.
No shirt, no shoes, no service.
Three terms make me hauntingly nervous.
Fire ban on, we curse the thunder.
I hate, I hate, I hate the summer.
Forest floor is like a tinder box.
Spark a butt, watch the fuckin' match talk.
Coughing ash like you got a cigar habit.
Sleep dependent on your window A.C. unit.
credits
from
Sharpie EP,
track released June 20, 2019
Written by Kirk Stevedore
Recorded mixed and mastered in Nelson BC by Roger Swan
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