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So this is summer
And the Calor gas is running low
But I don't mind
I'm doing things and doing them with you
Well you know he's gonna
want his rent tonight
But we'll have to tell him
Haddows swallowed all the rent this month
So summer stains
a sky with inky swirls
that bring the thunder low
But I don't mind,
I'm doing things and doing them with you
And if you're smart you'll put that book back down
You'll drag me to the floor,
drag me down for more
Drinking wine
Drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Drinking wine
Drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Tomorrow's Thursday
That's my day of work
That's my day of walking up the
Maryhill road making up
Some lie about some job applied for
When I've been drinking wine
Oh I've been drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Fifty regal filters left their filthy butts behind
Left their blackened heads down in the ashes
That's the last before
They're pulled apart and placed within the papers
for a drag
A fag deserves a second life
Deserves a second life
Don't we all
Don't we all
Don't we all
Don't we all
Love drinking wine
Love drinking wine in the afternoon
Love drinking wine
Love drinking wine in the afternoon
Bottle of wine, bottle of wine...
And the Calor gas is running low
But I don't mind
I'm doing things and doing them with you
Well you know he's gonna
want his rent tonight
But we'll have to tell him
Haddows swallowed all the rent this month
So summer stains
a sky with inky swirls
that bring the thunder low
But I don't mind,
I'm doing things and doing them with you
And if you're smart you'll put that book back down
You'll drag me to the floor,
drag me down for more
Drinking wine
Drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Drinking wine
Drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Tomorrow's Thursday
That's my day of work
That's my day of walking up the
Maryhill road making up
Some lie about some job applied for
When I've been drinking wine
Oh I've been drinking wine in the afternoon
Doot doot n doo
Fifty regal filters left their filthy butts behind
Left their blackened heads down in the ashes
That's the last before
They're pulled apart and placed within the papers
for a drag
A fag deserves a second life
Deserves a second life
Don't we all
Don't we all
Don't we all
Don't we all
Love drinking wine
Love drinking wine in the afternoon
Love drinking wine
Love drinking wine in the afternoon
Bottle of wine, bottle of wine...
Lyrics submitted by voltaire7
Track duration: 04:22
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I love how peaceful it sounds, and the simplicity of the lyrics.
A simple interpretation could be an untroubled, almost lazy lifestyle.
It's relaxing to listen to.
Reminds me of the Beatles, in some ways.
Wow i love this song more
when i listen to this song i imagine my self on a field or a park with the hot sun burning as me and my friends (and franzy) drink wine and talk and relax
i also love the singabilty of the song=>
Sounds like Alex is planning a party, let's all go!
He said, "I wrote another song, about drinking wine in the afternoon, because, well, that's what I was doing: sitting, drinking wine and playing my guitar. That's a simple thing to do, but one of my favourites. It was raining again and I could remember similar summer days, sitting in a Finnieston tenement, having spent my rent money in Haddows."
This explains the whole theme of the song, and the
"But we'll have to tell him
Haddows swallowed all the rent this month,"
where Alex probably was forced to explain to his landlord that he ran out of rent money, and the
"So summer stains
a sky with inky swirls that bring the thunder low," because of the weather at the time he wrote the song.
He was in Auckland, new Zealand when he wrote the song.