The Hold Steady - Constructive SummerIf it isn't clear already, I love summer, and I love summer songs. These are the songs that get you bouncing out of bed in the morning, and bouncing at the clubs into the night. I mentioned something similar when I posted
Husker Du's Celebrated Summer; to me this is the quintessential summer song.
That is, until I heard The Hold Steady's new Constructive Summer. The Hold Steady's Constructive Summer is, unequivocally, my favorite song of the year, and one of my favorite songs ever.
I love this song. It captures the hope that arrives with summer, with a slight tinge of the disappointment that follows when summer is over and you find yourself right back where you started. But that's ok, because doing nothing with your friends is the best thing you can be doing.
While The Hold Steady's other songs evoke specific events and characters, these lyrics have a universality that makes them timeless. The song frames all this in the context of what it calls "sing-a-long-songs", from Iggy Pop and The Clash; Constructive Summer is a summer song about other summer songs.
If you are interested, here are the lyrics to Constructive Summer:
Me and my friends are like the drums on "Lust for Life”
We pound it out on floor toms
Our psalms are sing-along songs
And this whole town is like this
Been that way our whole lives
Just work at the mill until you die
Work at the mill, and then you die
We’re gonna build something this summer
We’re gonna build something this summer
We’ll put it back together - raise up a giant ladder
With love, and trust, and friends, and hammers (This summer!)
We’re gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower
Climb up to the top, and drink and talk (This summer!)
Me and my friends are like “Double-whiskey-coke-no-ice.”
We drink along in double time; might drink too much, but we feel fine
We’re gonna build something this summer.
Gonna build something this summer.
Summer grant us all the power to drink on top of water towers,
With love, and trust, and shows all summer (Get hammered!)
Let this be my annual reminder that we can all be something bigger
I went to your schools, I did my detention
But the walls are so gray, I couldn’t pay attention
I heard your gospel, it moved me to tears,
But I couldn’t find the hate, and I couldn’t find the fear
I met your Savior, I knelt at his feet,
And he took my ten bucks, and he went down the street
I tried to believe all the things that you said,
But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead.
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
Getting older makes it harder to remember
We are our only saviors
We’re gonna build something, this summer