The boulevard will never be
So full of life and love again
Hot as Hades
Early eighties
Sing another song
Make me feel Like I'm in love again
Oh yeah
Please don't strip my mind Leave something behind Please don't strip my mind
All in favor
Sign the waiver
Bloody Carolina
Won't you take another look inside
Operator, co-creator
Come on radiator
Won't you blow another top and sing
Oh yeah
Please don't strip my mind Leave something behind Please don't strip my mind
El Dorado won the lotto
All the cash and not a clue But now you know what I've been through
Oh yeah
Please don't strip my mind Leave something behind Please don't strip my mind Leave something behind
- Red Hot Chili Peppers
I wish I could save the smell of sunscreen, bonfires, the sand and the salty sea, just to save for a rainy day. The things that make summer, well summer, are uniquely southern. Like: A hot fudge cake from Betty's Burger Hut and the smelll of chlorine from the swimming pool. The scent of fresh strawberries, tomatoes, green beans, and peaches warm from the summer sun. The way the sand feels between your toes at the lake and how the jet skis & boats cause small wakes as you float along. Eating so many popscicles your tongue changes color and drinking homemade lemonade. Along with the scent of Little Ceasar's pizza and Crazy Bread and popcorn with plenty of butter, eaten in the back of your daddy's pickup truck at the drive in movie, while other people are grilling burgers in the background. And the way astropops smell at the lake, just your and your mama. Add in the spicy pungent scent of gun powder from the 4th of July fireworks show at Freedom Hall, mixed with the scent of hot dogs and barbecue with your family and friends. Then going home and shooting your own fireworks and laughing with friends. Listening to classic rock with the windows down, driving to nowhere in paticular. The way the cold water at Roan Mountain pool feels against your skin, then the sun warms you and you get lunch at Bob's. These are the scents and memories that get me through the darkest, coldest winter days. This is what summer means to me.
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