What the next day brings

[joshedwards]

One of my favorite bands is this little Orange County (CA) ska band called Suburban Legends. When I lived out in California we used to go see them repeatedly when they played these free shows at Downtown Disney.

They have this one song "Bring Spring Morning" that was on my list of banned songs after my last horrible breakup. Then I wrote about it again last year when the song kept popping up on my iPod. Like I said at the time, the song was one of the larger impetuses for me to escape Southern California.

So the band has a new album this spring, and the last song is a new rendition of "Bright Spring Morning". I guess this new arrangement was from a benefit show they did after their trombone player was killed in a hit-and-run accident.



It's weird, the new version is now my favorite song.

So go buy the song (or even whole album) on iTunes right now.

Bright Spring Morning

The time is right to begin

Let's get going once again

For once in your life just let go.

I'm getting sick of everything

Scared of what the next day brings

What I need is for you to follow my lead

The sun is shinning bright outside

I think I'll go for a ride

I plan not to ever return

Let's run away from here for good

Forget this dusty neighborhood

The open road is calling and begging for us.

Go roll down the window

Go crank up that radio

Let's drive until we hit the sky

It's not about where we will go

Let's start living life before we die.

If you want you can stay

But you'll regret the day

That you didn't follow your dreams

Imagine the wind in your hair

Blowing away all of your cares

So take my hand lets plan never to look back.

The sun is shinning bright outside

I think I'll go for a ride

I plan not to ever return

Let's run away from here for good

Forget this dusty neighborhood

The open road is calling and begging for us.

Go roll down the window

Go crank up that radio

Let's drive until we hit the sky

It's not about where we will go

Let's start living life before we die.