Follow up: Adam, It’s june…

Well, miss Maria_Futura, this is the closest that I’ve been able to come to that song, and it’s still not complete. As far as I know, you can’t get a recording of it, although the rumors persist.

August and Everything After Lyrics:
Theyíre wakiní up mama ícause everybody else has got ____
She makes a little action with her head. rolls over
And she says sheís gonna sleep for a couple of minutes more
Iíve said “iím sorry” to mama for the cold hear___
Iíve said “iím sorry”, by now, at least once to j____”
She says, “iíve forgotten what Iím supposed to do
And it slips my mind what Iím supposed to say?
Iím getting older and older and older
And always a little farther out of the way
You look into her eyes and itís more than you hear
In august and everything after, you get a little ____

I stumbled into washington square just as the sun b____
I walked across the lawn to the cathedral
And lay down in the shadow of st. ___
Iím just one of three late model children waiting for the king
But there ainít no sign of elvis in san fransisco
Itís just me, and Iím playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
I want every damn thing I can see.
One day youíre daddyís little angel,
Next day youíre everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In august and everything after, Iím after everything.

Boy, nobody ever accused Adam Duritz of being a cheerful little camper, did they?

Well, if anyone can find the complete lyric or a recording, please let me know. It seems I heard a snippet of it somewhere, but I can’t recall where. The doubly depressing thing is that they’re playing tonight in San Antonio, and I have to miss it again. Am I never going to see this band?

Well, enough of a pity party, I’m late for work! I’ll post later, my pets! ūüôā

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3 Responses to Follow up: Adam, It’s june…

  1. Matt says:

    When did your site get so pretty?

  2. Ellen says:

    I think it’s “she makes a little motion with her head” ūüôā

  3. amy says:

    Theyíre wakiní up Maria
    Ďcause everybody else has got some place to go
    She makes a little motion with her head,
    rolls over, and says sheís gonna sleep for a couple minutes more
    I said Iím sorry to Maria
    for all the cold-hearted things that I have done
    I said Iím sorry by now at least once
    to just about everyone
    She says Iíve forgotten what Iím supposed to do today
    And it slips my mind what Iím supposed to say
    Weíre getting older and older and older
    and always a little further out of the way
    You look into her eyes
    and itís more than your heart will allow
    And August and everything after
    you get a little less than you expected somehow
    Well I stumbled into Washington Square
    just as the sun began to rise
    And I laid down on the lawn of the cathedral
    and laid down and the shadow of St. Maryís in the sky
    And Iím just one of these late model children
    waiting for the king
    But there ainít no sign of Elvis in San Francisco
    itís just me and Iím playiní this rock and roll thing
    She wants to be just like me
    And I want every damn thing I can see
    You know one day youíre Daddyís little angel
    The next day youíre everything he wanted you to be
    They dress you up in white satin
    and they give you your very own pair of wings
    In August and everything after
    Iím after everything
    I said yeah yeah yeah yeah – lalala
    Well you got your reservations
    and you got your seven-million dollar home
    You got the number of some girl in New York City
    whoís always wide awake
    so you never spend the night alone
    You got a nasty little habit
    of peekiní down the shirts of all the little girls
    as they pass you by
    And I wonder when it all catches up to you
    and they finally take you downĖ
    are you gonna cry?
    Well I already got my disease
    So take your fuckiní filthy hands off of me
    Yeah well I hope you werenít expecting to be crucifiedĖ
    The best that they can do
    is to hang you from the nearest tree
    Itís midnight in San Francisco
    and Iím waiting here for Jesus on my knees
    And August and everything after
    I want somebody else to bleed for me
    I said yeah yeah yeah lalala…
    They came down from North Dakota
    with confidence in the military mind
    And now everyone I know is turning showgirl
    and dancing with their shirt off
    in some Las Vegas hotel line
    So Iím goingí down to Los Angeles
    to plead for my immediate release
    And the lawyer says, Ďyeah weíll let you go
    but you gotta give us a better reason
    than Ďplease, please, pleaseĒ
    But I no longer know how to pray
    I live in dog town and itís a Dalmatian parade
    And I, I change my spots over and over
    but they never seem to fade away
    I am the last remaining Indian
    looking for the place where the buffalo roam
    In August and everything after
    man them buffalo ainít never cominí home
    And I said in August and everything after
    man them buffalo ainít never cominí home
    I said oh yeah yeah yeah lalala

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