In which I extract the poetry hidden in some favourite popular music. Can you identify the song?
1967. I was living in London. I didn't enjoy it much and often wondered how it was possible to feel lonely in such a busy, vibrant city. As I walked the hot, humid streets that summer, this song seemed to sum it all up for me.
'Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city.'
Lyrics by Mark Sebastian (originally written as a poem). Song by The Lovin' Spoonful.
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