Ten Years Of Summer

Catalogue note

False nostalgia bends reality beyond all recognition.

But sometimes, you just have to let an imagined past become today's reality, just to brighten today for a few minutes.

I know hippies were never really much like this. Summer was never really much like this. The world was never really much like this.

But do you know what? I wish they had been.

Lyrics:

Tie-dye skies and the world was new, Painted vans and a point of view, We sang of love like it would never fade, Under the willow’s gentle shade.

Summer drums on a borrowed field, Hearts unarmed, and the wounds unhealed, We dreamed the dream would never end, But time’s no lover, only a friend.

Where the flowers went, no one knows, Just the echo where the free wind blows, Peace was more than a word we said, Now it’s a whisper in our heads.

Turn the record, hear the rain, The colours run but the song remains, Faces gone but the feeling stays, Lost in the glow of those golden days. Where the flowers went, no one knows, Just the echo where the free wind blows, Peace was more than a word we said, Now it’s a whisper in our heads.

We thought we’d change the world with a song, But the moment wasn’t ours for long, Still when the sunlight hits the trees, I feel the breeze from nineteen sixty-three.

Where the flowers went, no one knows, Just the echo where the free wind blows, Peace was more than a word we said, Still it’s a dream that’s not quite dead. Tie-dye skies and the world was new, Maybe love will find its way back through.