Man, there's nothing like an ICE COLD BEER and CHET BAKER on a HOT SUMMER'S DAY.
It is about 35 degrees Celsius right now.
I have an ICE COLD Franzisakaner Weißbier (it has yeast in it! yes yeast! coolest beer ever.).
I have Chet Baker singing and blowing his horn. (ok, trumpet, but horn sounds more appropriate in this sentence.)
This is THE life.
(I'll upload the music later man. Bloody internet is fucking up again.)
(YOU HAVE TO READ THIS! YA HAVE TO! YA HAVE TO! IT'S LIKE.. WOW.)
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS
You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose
You don't know what love is
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You don't know what love is
Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing
You don't know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is
You don't know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is.....what love is....
'Tis like, the most poetic love song ever (see below). I'll instantly marry the guy who writes something like that AND sings like Chet, AND plays like Chet.
Which is humanly impossible HAHAHA.
RIGHT RIGHT! OFF TO TAKE A MID-DAY NAP BEFORE WAKING UP FOR KEROPOK AND CHILLI AND ANOTHER SIMPSONS MARATHON! WHO LIVES LIKE THIS, EH?
ME!!!!!
Screw the health regime.Labels: beer, chet baker, hot summer day |
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