Lou Reed and the British Seaside.
A Perfect Day in a normal person's way. No sangria, no blazing row (as his soon-to-be wife reveals actually happened that day), and all a bit too chilly. Romance, yes - but more Weston-super-Mare than Waikiki, more Hastings than Hollywood: chip shops not chiffon, seagulls not surfboards, and sunburned shoulders not Sunset Strip. But being together is what matters. And singing Lou's songs is a great way to do it. So here's the duet:
Favourite Day
Oh yes it was her favourite day He bought her a la-la-latte Then she browsed the seafront stalls And she bought nothing at all The sea was brown, not blue, But it was love she knew When they both sang along with Lou She got sweaty, holding hands Ice cream melting on her chin She spent too long in the sun With not enough sun cream on Sand in her Pringles too But it was love she knew When they both sang along with Lou Far too noisy in the club Far too crowded in the pub Way too cold to stay outside Walked her home and went inside But that’s when they both knew That it’s a perfect day, it’s true, When you both sing along with Lou Comments are closed.
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