{"id":182,"date":"2006-03-13T00:35:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-13T00:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=182"},"modified":"2015-11-01T15:00:09","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T23:00:09","slug":"caviar-and-champagne-are-fun-but-all-i-need-is-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/03\/13\/caviar-and-champagne-are-fun-but-all-i-need-is-the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"Caviar and champagne are fun but… [All I Need Is the Sun]"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"All<\/p>\n

A<\/span> few moments in the sun.<\/p>\n

What are they worth?<\/p>\n

To a banker? To a bum?<\/p>\n

I’ve known a lot of bums who claimed to have been somebody<\/span>, once. And, for sure, some of them were just high. <\/span>But after some living, I began to see that sometimes you need a little altitude before your fall to really get going. Gravity being the way it is, you just fall faster and faster the farther you fall. (Wind resistance notwithstanding — and, hey, can’t you see we’re trying to be metaphorical, here?)<\/p>\n

The guy in the song below used to be somebody once. That’s who he is now. A guy who used to be somebody once. Or he thinks he was. And, really, that’s what counts.<\/p>\n

Now.<\/p>\n\n

previous version<\/a><\/p>\n

All I Need Is the Sun <\/span><\/p>\n

looking for my place in the sun
\nah but everything is almost gone
\na bottle in a bag and a bun
\nnow all I need is the sun<\/p>\n

caviar and champagne are fun
\nlimos and callgirls, the run
\nbut those cocaine days are done
\nnow all I need is the sun<\/span><\/p>\n

kingdoms and palaces galore
\nyachts and planes for sure
\ndiamonds and oilfields and mines
\nyet I traded them all for this wine<\/p>\n

caviar and champagne are fun…<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve spent a thousand times what you’ll ever own
\nI had twenty people answerin’ my phone
\nYou– you’d never get through… yet now
\nhere I am drinkin’ with you<\/p>\n

caviar and champagne are fun
\nlimos and callgirls the run
\nbut those cocaine days are done
\nnow all I need is the sun<\/span><\/p>\n

1999-11-01
\n(C)1999, TK Major<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A few moments in the sun. What are they worth? To a banker? To a bum? I’ve known a lot of bums who claimed to have been somebody, once. And, for sure, some of them were just high. But after some living, I began to see that sometimes you need a little altitude before your […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[267,901,185,578,434,472],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=182"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2040,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions\/2040"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}