Song: Another Lost Summer (Dan John Miller) Artist: Blanche Album: If We Can’t Trust the Doctors... Standard Tuning Chords Used: D     XX0232 G     320003 C     X32010 Banjo Intro tabbed for guitar (let notes ring)                   E |----2------------3--------| B |------3------------0------|   G |--------2------------0----|   D |--0-------0------------| A |------------|   E |------------3-------3--|   Verse 1: (no guitar but the banjo continues to play a similar pattern as in the intro. I wrote the chords in anyways.) I vowed this wouldn’t be another lost summer. I’ve looked around but I can’t see that old time summer. It’s still hot but I look at what I’ve got... and all I feel is number. Guitar Fill (uses to come in after verse 1 and periodically throughout the rest of the song.) E |------------| B |------------|   G |------------|   D |------------0--| A |-------2-3-2------|   E |--3--3-------3----|   Verse 2: I guess it’s too late to plant those seeds another lost summer. It’s not worth it to pull the weeds are you ready drummer? They’ll just die like I’m doing inside. Verse 3: My brother and I were the best of friends that old time summer. More than just brothers but now I pretend another lost summer. Is it a crutch that I expect so much? Verse 4: I promised myself I’d be strong this year oohhhh ooohhh. But here I am again filed with summer tears oohhhh ooohhh. And the fish ain’t biting and I’m through fighting the same situation the same frustration ’Cause summer’s almost gone the love I planned to sing about never came along. And I can’t figure out where I belong but every year I sing the same old song Where’s that old time summer? Where’s that old time summer? It’s another lost summer. Another lost summer.

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque une perte de l'insouciance et des moments heureux associés à l'été. Le narrateur exprime le regret de ne pas retrouver la magie d'antan, se rendant compte que le temps passe et que les opportunités s'évanouissent. Les souvenirs d'une complicité fraternelle et d'une promesse d'être fort finissent par se heurter à une réalité décevante, où la mélancolie s'installe. L'été devient un symbole de rêves non réalisés et de luttes internes, laissant une impression d'errance et de nostalgie.