Words & Music by: Paul Gless & Michael Schreiber

Written: October 2016

Status: Complete

Chords:

am  /  /  |  Fj7  /  /  |  Cj7  /  /  |  bm7/4  /  /  |
am  /  /  |  Fj7  /  /  |  Cj7  /  /  |  B7  /  /  |
am  /  /  |  Fj7  /  /  |  Cj7  /  /  |  bm7/4  bm6  /  |
am  /  /  |  Fj7  /  /  |  Cj7  /  /  |  G/b  /  /  |  G  /  /  |

dm7  /  /  |  /  /  /  |  F  /  /  |  /  /  /  |
C  /  /  |  am  /  /  |  bm7/4  /  /  |  bm6 /  /  |
dm7  /  /  |  /  /  /  |  Bb /  /  |  F  /  /  |
dm7  /  /  |  am  /  /  |  G  /  /  |  G/b  /  /  |  G  /  /  | G/b  /  /  ||

Lyrics: Please see http://www.paulgless.com/music/summers-last-resort/

Musical Analysis: Pretty straightforward, fast waltz, only remarkable feature is the chord progression from B7 to am (second to third line of the verse), which seems to lead away from the key of a minor to e minor  but doesn’t, just doesn’t…

Song Lyric Analysis: Come on, do you really thinks this is necessary…?

Anything else? Hmm…

The stereo is all treble
The copper pipes leak
There’s just a handful of pebbles
Between us and the sea
Between us and the sea

I bring what I can carry
You bring your baby girl
She can dream and be merry
At the edge of the world
At the edge of the world

And we’ll call it the summer’s last resort
Where we’ll soothingly hum her
What tunes the summer brought

The attic’s a mouldy
Paperback library
This place has a memory
That stopped in ‘93
1993

We know we can’t stay here
We know we won’t leave
There’s reason to pray, dear
There are remnants of grief
There are remnants of grief

So let’s pray that the winter finds us still afloat
Or will we silently sing her
The last thing her daddy wrote

We found this on his desk
Might be a shopping list
Might be a poem, might be a goodbye note

We know we can’t leave here
We know we can’t stay
Let’s go search the new year
For any remnant of grace
For any remnant of grace

And let’s hope that the winter finds us still afloat
Or you’ll silently sing her
The last song her daddy wrote

We called it the summer’s last resort
And we’d soothingly hum her
The last song that summer brought

And it passed sooner than I thought…