Around 38°c outside – long hot early summer Sunday. All the world is locked away in semi darkness with the air con churning away. Sometimes prone to bad poetry that I masqarade under the guise of song lyrics – here are some words about long; hot pointless and penniless summers. You could probably knock this into a reasonable blues number.
Just another dog day
Too hot, to hot dog move,
Just another dog day
Too hot, to hot dog groove,
Just another dog day
I’ve got those hot dog blues.
Just too dog damned hot
Feeling bad dog down,
I’ve gotta get on out
Of this doggone town,
But money’s too tight
Get out this hot dog life.
It’s gonna be a dog summer
That ain’t easy living,
Got all that doggone grief
That my bitch is giving,
Just days of dog-eat-dog
In this hot dog slog
Just another dog day
Too hot to dog damn move.
I wanna howl at the sun,
I want the rains to come,
Sick of kickin’ around
Just let the dog days drown.