Tracks on tracks

The temperature is rising, school's almost out, climbing the hills gets harder and walks shorter So we go to the lake and swim.
This makes Mu happy because  the drive gives us a good twenty minutes of bangers .
The JBL is  necessary because the Twingo is equipped for cassettes and doesn't know what a CD is, neither, for that matter,  does Generation Z.
We're restricted  to her Spotify list, so if I were to ask her to play Waterloo sunset she couldn't.
Her playlist is therefore imprinted on each journey.  
Champagne Problems see us through the back streets of Lavelanet, Happiness beneath the the horseshoe ridge.
Castle on the Hill comes on along the the road under the castle on the hill  (how can that happen with shuffle play?).
Country roads, well, on country roads; basically all of them and Gabby's treble rendition of Ariège moun Paîs takes us across the border line.
When the children were  smaller and CDs still existed, the drive from the lake was exclusively Don't stop me now.  Water fresh and sun kissed , singing loudly in the back, the windows wide open and spirits so high that we often got caught by the radar.
Fat Bottomed Girls carried us through the thick lakeside hills.

Life is Beautiful, heading towards the ocean.  I Get Around, Surfin' Safari and California Girls in the pine forests behind the dunes (and nowhere else, no, that is strictly forbidden)

Sweet home Alabama belongs to the road down to the port (once surprising a man on the side of the road because a black man was driving the car.)  Neil Young may have reservations but Lynard Skynard belongs there.

Coney Island sees us through the Mournes and an Irish Lullaby rocks us past Ben Bulben..

I spin backwards to cassettes; Late for the Sky, Badlands and The River 
on a Walkman on a train to York.

Driving back from the lake today, Mu said she needed a change and cranked up some Country bangers.

Eric Church's Springsteen shuffled to the front as we carved the narrow streets of Chalabre.
lake fresh and sun kissed, we sang along

Funny how a melody
Sounds like a memory
Like a sound track to a July Saturday night.

And there it was, another one on the list.