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Autumn Almanac Lyrics
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Friday evenings, people get together,
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun,
Because the summer's all gone.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
I like my football on a Saturday,
Roast beef on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine,
'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away,
Because it's calling me, (come on home)
Hear it calling me, (come on home)
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
When the dawn begins to crack.
It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Can't compensate for lack of sun,
Because the summer's all gone.
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Roast beef on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
And I'm always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine,
'Cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I can't get away,
Because it's calling me, (come on home)
Hear it calling me, (come on home)
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
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Sooooo English. Captures British life perfectly. Tend the garden, never move too far away from where you grew up, Roast beef on Sunday, holidays in Blackpool, etc. ray has a knack for observation, and then turning those observations into perfect little vignettes.
This song always reminds me of my Nan and Grandad. Sniff!
Just a perfect song...
One of my favorite Kinks tracks
I love the humour of the kinks
I agree with LolaBat. This song captures British life almost perfectly.
Great song, just purely about stereotypical English life. Heard Ray play this at Glastonbury 09, amazing
Crazy, wonderful song, really theatrical in Ray's delivery.
I love the bridge when he sings "This is my street, and I'm never going to leave it...", because I always find myself agreeing and feeling all cosy about the place where I live, but then realising the sad truth that maybe this is all I'm going to see for the rest of my life, and maybe I should get out and see the world more, which I think is what the singer is suggesting these people should do.
"Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns Can't compensate for lack of sun"
sums up English people so well, miserable because of the miserable weather, but too miserable to do anything about it! And I'm (kinda) one of them!
The Clash used this riff on "London Calling"
Woops,that was Dead End Street.
I love this song to bits! It's one of my favourite Kinks songs, too. And I'm not even British :)