There's something about sunny afternoons in Dunedin. It doesn't matter what the actual temperature is, but if there is there merest hint of sun everyone will be out pretending to sunbathe in their backyards or on their rooves, listening to music. Our neighbours had a real smorgasboard. One was rocking the Linkin Park, another blaring Queen, and so on. Down town I noticed a flat full of students drinking beer on the roof and proudly playing The Gambler. They presumably thought this was cool and ironic - I guess you have to let people figure out for themselves how hackneyed it is. Sometimes the stuff they are playing ironically is goo too - you hear things you might not have thought of in years. Its just terribly aging to think that they are listening to it and laughing in the way you would listen to your parents music and think 'DAGGY'.
How I have longed to use that term.
So it is a nice day out there and the good folks are out there washing their cars. I am inside procrastinating about my assignment instead. I've done my dash outside, I just about overheated walking home in the hat and coat I was wearing. Sun burn you understand. Maybe one day I will really freak people out and wear clothes that show snippets of my pasty white skin. Or maybe not, I have my pride.
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there must be some universal current in the air over singing the Gambler, because it's infected Raro too.
Here people often sing when they are loaded in the back of a ute.
And I've heard drunken ute choirs belt out "you've got to know when to hold 'em" on 3 separate Friday nights and counting.
You've got to know when to walk away... from the fire water...
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