Vacationist League: Music
Summer of my Discontent
(Immature Scientist / Vacationist League)
Summer of My Discontent
Summer of my loss lament
summer of my discontent
my discontent with you.
Summer of our drunkenness
summer of such painful bliss
and the one I can't review.
Though the question is moot
it haunts me still.
Did it feel like pursuit
as she led you by the tail?
Summer we outshone the stars
summer of extremely loud guitars
that we couldn't play in tune.
Summer by the railroad tracks
shaking hands and turning backs
and howlin' at the moon.
Though the question...
Truth eluded me before
but now I understand
she was rubbing your leg with her foot
while she was holding my hand.
Summer we can not defend
summer that I could not find my friend
at summer's end.