SIM SALA BIM

From twenty seven degrees to eleven degrees in twenty four hours and rain forecast for the next five days ..... what's happening to flaming June?

FLEET FOXES


He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside
Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night

Ruffle the fur of the collie 'neath the table
Ran out the door through the dark
Carved out his initials in the bark

Then the Earth shook, that was all that it took for the dream to break
All the loose ends would surround me again, in the shape of your face

What makes me love you despite the reservations?
What do I see in your eyes?
Besides my reflection hanging high?

Are you off somewhere reciting incantations?
"Sim Sala Bim!" on your tongue?
Carving off the hair of someone's young?

Remember when you had me cut your hair?
Call me 'Delilah' then, I wouldn't care