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…