I Don't Believe in Summer

I think I'll be calling my new album "A Clark Street Carol" if I can work that line into a song..... or maybe I'll just go with "Wooden Fire Escape." Maybe "The View From a Wooden Fire Escape." Other possibilities are "Crooked," "Briars, Roses and Weeds," "Apartment Songs,".....maybe I'll just go with one of the leftovers from the possible book titles I had to come up with. It's a stumper. Then again, neither of the last two had a title when I started recording, so I guess it'll come to me.

Anyway, here's a song from the forthcoming album (to be recorded in January) that's already been covered.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN SUMMER
(2005 by Adam Selzer, ASCAP, etc.)

I wish that the sun would go behind the Hancock building
And cast a shadow over me and cover me this morning
Like the covers that she stole last night
But all I see is this blinding light
That I will not let play tricks on my eye
yesterday was one degree
From the hottest day in local history
And they had me out on the patio
All day long while the radio
played the same five summer staples
Over and over and over and over

Chorus:
I don’t believe in summer anymore
I don’t believe in sunlight shining through the window to the kitchen floor
I don’t believe in very much the way that I believed before
I don’t believe in summer anymore

I’m bitter about every hour that I’ve spent all through the years
Working nametag jobs in strip mall towns and tourist traps out at the pier
Remember that year back in Cornersville Trace
When you were working at the discount place
And sometimes when the restaurant let me out in time
I’d drive over there to talk to you
On the pretense of buying a tape or two
And we’d hide behind the counter in garden supplies
Eating a bag of stolen fries
If I’d kept all of my nametags I could cover a goddamn wall by now

chorus

Then there was that summer when I was home from school
And clerking afternoons at the video store while you watched kids at the city pool
And since they’d given you the master key
You’d sneak in after hours with me
Rest our feet in the shallow end and stare up at the sky
You’d say “are you sleeping? Are you close?
Are you dreaming? Just almost?”
And I’d see you looking down at me
As though you were in love with me
But it was just a trick of the summer weather, I’m old enough to know that now

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