Summer's Gone by Michal Menert & The Pretty Fantastics
“Summer's Gone” came from dealing with the realization that those closest to us may not be what they project. It’s about letting go of what you thought was real, but has revealed itself as the contrary. It’s facing the facts, both in yourself and others, and moving forward onto the next season of life.
Tracklist
| 1. | Michal Menert & The Pretty Fantastics - Summer's Gone | 3:30 |
Lyrics
If you don’t believe in ghosts
Then why do you look frightened
If those angels watch you close,
Why’re you afraid of dying
Caught you staring at the silence
between stars that shine above us
Wondering if Gods that made us
do this too ya cuz the love us,
or they hate us,
or there's nothing but
The stardust that we come from
Time alive divided by the things
we run to or we run from
We become a sum of moments
what is done cannot be undone
Seasons pass like river waters to remind us we were young once...
Summer’s gone
All the leaves have changed
Something’s wrong
I see it in your face
Time moves on
Like a passing train
When all along
it’s the past we crave
We’re all alone
Summer leaves
with the promise of being back
The realest tragedy is
wanting what’s in the past
Something future-less,
Yet we stay attached
Til it swallows up the now,
letting days elapse
Ain’t no changing that which
Itself escaped the chains
Of being what it claimed to be,
To have us play it’s stupid games
Look what we became
Bitter and afraid
Searching for someone to blame
For the mess we made
Lying to ourselves
Saying it’s the best we gave
We’re obsessed with praise
‘Nothing less than great’
Testing fate with obsessive traits
Demonstrating how to get away
Without getting straight
Kissing the devils face,
Praying for heavens grace,
Missing the lessons &
chasing pain in depression wake
So we self medicate,
Talking to the mirror like
‘Nothing’s wrong’
Can’t seem to face the fact that
Summer’s gone.. (chorus)
Credits
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With 'From the Sea', Gualala, California based artist and producer Michal Menert and his band the Pretty Fantastics have crafted a musical salve for those suffering from the relentless stream of contemporary reality. The record churns at the intersection of jazz, hip hop, and electronic music; following its own internal rhythm, it ebbs and flows between crystalline clarity and swirling opacity.