Saturday at Warm up and Moynihans

Very soon the summer is here and whats better then a cold beer in the sun

Ain't nothing like a cold beer in the sun Ain't nothing like the fresh air in autumn
Ain't nothing like the wide countryside But it's nothing like what has just begun

Welcome to my humble pad Help yourself to anything in the fridge he said as
Teenage suburbia being home alone Sets the tone for us supposedly fully grown
But I roam the apartment looking for more Hoping for more, really sure
That there must be so much more In store for us
'cause this ain't even worth all the fuss

This can't be what its all about I doubt This was how my life was meant to turn out
The speakers are about to burst into flames As the guests are having trouble
Remembering each other's names

We put clothes on that have costed us a waddle
It's like a catwalk in here And I'm a model
I pretend to welcome drink his cognac I sip it gently I know it sounds whacked
but As time goes by I'm getting more into character
I strut around like a prison guard in Attica
But still I can't shake the feeling of miscontent
As I know that all of this is just pretend

I drift off for a while 'cause that song they're playing
Reminds me of when I was a child And how carefree I was then
How everything broken Was so easy to mend

And that's when it hit me I shouldn't look so hard
For the things that make me happy I got simple needs
I'm easy to please I've written down a list And it kinda reads

Ain't nothing like a cold beer in the sun
I hope we got enough for everyone

Late friday night in Paul do mar. Tonys birthday

Just a little bit of rain in Madeira