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And left me in my stately home
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I got
All I've got's this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat mama tryin' ta break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
In da summertime
In da summertime
In da summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sittin' here
Sippin' at my ice cold beer
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well, give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
In da summertime
In da summertime
In da summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat mama tryin' to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
In da summertime
In da summertime
In da summertime
In da summertime
In da summertime
My early 70's radio looked like this. Came with the one-ear "headphone." I rigged an antenna outside my bedroom window with a wire ending with an alligator clip. The clip went on the radio's retractable antenna. I found out what "clear channel" meant!
And my local FM station definitely played the Kinks despite being located in the Southern Great Plains. They did at least until they changed formats to Disco/Dance Pop in 1979. I was listening at midnight when a disco song was played. I thought the DJ was joking. Then came another, and another, and...
By then I had found the local university radio station playing bands like The Cars, B52s, and The Clash. I had a better radio by then too.

I'm not surprised people don't know this is the Kinks. They are one of the best bands from the 60's era that the younger generations now don't know. I believe they are one of the most under appreciated talents of all time, IMHO.
it's unmistakably the kinks! and this era was the best. of course, i'm partial to arthur and village green preservation society...
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Are you trying to say an artist can be difficult to work with, no argument. But Lennon and McCartney quarreled fiercely as well. Don't think it's a problem with social dynamics. More likely it was a case of superior promotion.
Wow, I always thought this was the Beatles.
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For Christmas in the late 60's, I was given one of those mono speaker transistor radios. Would listen to it under the covers in bed, not unlike today's kids using their smart phone in the same manner today.
Don't remember hearing The Kinks back then on my little transistor radio, but to me - it was the cat's meow.
My early 70's radio looked like this. Came with the one-ear "headphone." I rigged an antenna outside my bedroom window with a wire ending with an alligator clip. The clip went on the radio's retractable antenna. I found out what "clear channel" meant!
And my local FM station definitely played the Kinks despite being located in the Southern Great Plains. They did at least until they changed formats to Disco/Dance Pop in 1979. I was listening at midnight when a disco song was played. I thought the DJ was joking. Then came another, and another, and...
By then I had found the local university radio station playing bands like The Cars, B52s, and The Clash. I had a better radio by then too.

I had the unique pleasure of listening to the Kinks via a cheap mono speaker in a small AM radio. As a preadolescent in the late 1960s. Not everybody was that lucky.
For Christmas in the late 60's, I was given one of those mono speaker transistor radios. Would listen to it under the covers in bed, not unlike today's kids using their smart phone in the same manner today.
Don't remember hearing The Kinks back then on my little transistor radio, but to me - it was the cat's meow.
From what I've read over the years, They Kinks were viewed as drunken hooligans, who often fought on stage, and were difficult with promoters who eventually complained to the American Federation of Musicians. The union can withhold work permits for musicians if they misbehave on stage or refuse to perform without a "valid" reason Which is apparently what happened.
An ice cold one! ; )
thanks jjtwister
That might be Slabo Day.
How big?
Brilliant
You know, I first read this as:
"The Kinks in full fight". -hehe-
Yeah. I was 9


thanks jjtwister
Brilliant
Yes, it seems like some of my favorites are not able to keep those vocal talents as they age...sad but true
These days I croak like a frog!!!
I'd bet if a big corporation could bottle you and your voice making a comment like this, they could market it as a miracle soporific. Not only would it be the first all-natural soporific without side-effects, but it might actually get banned because it would be so effective. The Taliban, ISIS, or Al-qaeda might get its hands on it and put the whole defense apparatus to sleep.
The aforementioned organizations could use a guy like you on their social media team.








I'd bet if a big corporation could bottle you and your voice making a comment like this, they could market it as a miracle soporific. Not only would it be the first all-natural soporific without side-effects, but it might actually get banned because it would be so effective. The Taliban, ISIS, or Al-qaeda might get its hands on it and put the whole defense apparatus to sleep.
Too true, plus they might find out that sarcasm is a diuretic.
He's taken everything I've got.
All I've got's this sunny afternoon."
A whole story in a few lines. Well done.
Well...I partly disagree with you on this: advertising does have an effect. Two friends who ran two different mom-and-pop stores told me that as soon as an ad campaign for an alcoholic beverage stopped, sales of the beverage would also decrease. That was especially true of niche stuff like Zima and Smirnoff Ice. People were buying the stuff because they'd just seen it on TV. Once Pavlov's bell stopped ringing on air, so did their interest in the beverage.
But yes, a great song.
I'd bet if a big corporation could bottle you and your voice making a comment like this, they could market it as a miracle soporific. Not only would it be the first all-natural soporific without side-effects, but it might actually get banned because it would be so effective. The Taliban, ISIS, or Al-qaeda might get its hands on it and put the whole defense apparatus to sleep.
The obvious motivating factor in buying cheaper beer is the lower cost - not advertising. Expensive beers are no more beneficial to one's liver than cheap beers. Great song.
Well...I partly disagree with you on this: advertising does have an effect. Two friends who ran two different mom-and-pop stores told me that as soon as an ad campaign for an alcoholic beverage stopped, sales of the beverage would also decrease. That was especially true of niche stuff like Zima and Smirnoff Ice. People were buying the stuff because they'd just seen it on TV. Once Pavlov's bell stopped ringing on air, so did their interest in the beverage.
But yes, a great song.


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Yes, it seems like some of my favorites are not able to keep those vocal talents as they age...sad but true
For me, it depends on the season and the kind of beer. A good cold hefeweizen hits the spot on a beastly hot day. A slightly warmed malty porter or stout works on a winter evening. I like warm IPAs—don't like all that bitterness when it first comes out of the bottle.
You're right about the mass-market beers, although my dear departed grandmother preferred that cheap lagerish swill (the cheaper the better) when eating pizza. Amazing what people will subject their tastebuds and liver to, just because it's heavily advertised.
The obvious motivating factor in buying cheaper beer is the lower cost - not advertising. Expensive beers are no more beneficial to one's liver than cheap beers. Great song.
I'm one of those "beer snobs" in a way and Hannio's right. Of course, I'm an Americanized beer snob, so I'm used to cold beer too. Of course, I do let the beer sit and breathe a little before consumption. That lets some of the CO2 escape and gives the beer time to warm a little, or at least for the cold edge to dull.
The cold dulls the taste of the beer, that is why most people drink it room temp. I'm not so hardcore that I prefer warm beer, but I wouldn't turn one down because it was warm. Unless it is one of those dull beers (Bud brands, Miller, PBR, and most of what is stocked at your average gas station), I won't drink one of those cold.
It's ironic that people say warm beer tastes nasty but will drink that swill.
I play sports as an excuse to drink beer. Usually don't taste the first one.
Saw the kinks a long while ago at the LA Amphitheatre. Ray keep holding a hienken bottle with his teeth and tip it up and draining it. It was a great show
I'm one of those "beer snobs" in a way and Hannio's right. Of course, I'm an Americanized beer snob, so I'm used to cold beer too. Of course, I do let the beer sit and breathe a little before consumption. That lets some of the CO2 escape and gives the beer time to warm a little, or at least for the cold edge to dull.
The cold dulls the taste of the beer, that is why most people drink it room temp. I'm not so hardcore that I prefer warm beer, but I wouldn't turn one down because it was warm. Unless it is one of those dull beers (Bud brands, Miller, PBR, and most of what is stocked at your average gas station), I won't drink one of those cold.
It's ironic that people say warm beer tastes nasty but will drink that swill.
For me, it depends on the season and the kind of beer. A good cold hefeweizen hits the spot on a beastly hot day. A slightly warmed malty porter or stout works on a winter evening. I like warm IPAs—don't like all that bitterness when it first comes out of the bottle.
You're right about the mass-market beers, although my dear departed grandmother preferred that cheap lagerish swill (the cheaper the better) when eating pizza. Amazing what people will subject their tastebuds and liver to, just because it's heavily advertised.
Always was and will be one of my favorite Kinks songs. A BIG, FAT 10...
It's a fave, alright. Not a 10, mind you, but a fave nonetheless.
Gotta love 'drunkin-ness and cruelty' the way Ray slurs it out.
I think it's that one line that moves it from a 9 to a 10 for me.
KHJ AM L.A. and "Humble Harv"!

Gotta love 'drunkin-ness and cruelty' the way Ray slurs it out.

I'm one of those "beer snobs" in a way and Hannio's right. Of course, I'm an Americanized beer snob, so I'm used to cold beer too. Of course, I do let the beer sit and breathe a little before consumption. That lets some of the CO2 escape and gives the beer time to warm a little, or at least for the cold edge to dull.
The cold dulls the taste of the beer, that is why most people drink it room temp. I'm not so hardcore that I prefer warm beer, but I wouldn't turn one down because it was warm. Unless it is one of those dull beers (Bud brands, Miller, PBR, and most of what is stocked at your average gas station), I won't drink one of those cold.
It's ironic that people say warm beer tastes nasty but will drink that swill.
Hush now, this never gets too old to hear....
why do i not have a ton of early Kinks in my music library at home? it is pitiful.
Isn't Guinness supposed to be drunk warm, or room temp? Me, I like it cold!

"See My Friends" is an album, released week in November 2010 in Europe and in early 2011 in the US, by Ray Davies, 66 years old, and various other artists. The album was recorded in Oslo, New York, New Jersey, Chicago and London.
Track listing:
Bonus tracks:
Always was and will be one of my favorite Kinks songs. A BIG, FAT 10...
"My girlfriend's run off with my car,
Gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I'm sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime . . ."

What next master?



IrieTom wrote:
I know what you mean, we have10 degrees minus last nights, and over day not much more!!
Same here, but after several years in tropical weather I just love the cold...
Try to remember this the next summer when you'll have your first cold beer on a very hot summer afternoon!
Ohhh yes it does!!!
Couldn't say it better, myself.
Thank you, Bill. This ray of sunshine penetrated all the way down into the accounting hell in which I dwell this time each month.
(Well, still six years to go, but that's still a mind-blower. It helps me relate to my 92 year old parents who still think the world of Gene Krupa and Benny Goodman.)
That's because it was, bub. I was there, too. Good times!

(...but everyone knew her as Nancy...)



My oh my, what an AWESOME song.
Living under a rock with me? Anyone?
Or the soundtrack to fumbling with Mary Lou Zablotnik's bra strap...
(...but everyone knew her as Nancy...)
Me, I remember the smell of the fake leather case of my first transister radio, hidden under my pillow so my parents would not catch me listening to music late at night. My bedroom window is open and I can smell newly cut grass. Happiness.
Oh! And now a crunchy version of Waterloo! Ah, it's Bowie. Wunnerful.
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