{"id":68,"date":"2005-11-23T05:17:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-23T05:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=68"},"modified":"2015-11-02T16:43:20","modified_gmt":"2015-11-03T00:43:20","slug":"this-perfect-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/11\/23\/this-perfect-day\/","title":{"rendered":"This Perfect Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/ThisPerfectDay.jpg\" alt=\"XXXXX\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A perfect day at the end of time.<\/p>\n<p>The day I wrote this song, cherry blossoms drifted across impossibly blue skies. it was a warm day in January and the air was sweet with the smell of the tiny floating flowers.<\/p>\n<p>I found myself thinking about stories I&#8217;d heard of the day they dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima&#8230; how it was a beautiful day with blue skies and people were in a good mood, despite the war troubles.<\/p>\n<p>And in my mind I saw a young couple walking down a street, maybe in East LA, his hand in her back pocket and his nose nuzzling her behind the ear. When I see it, there are lowered Hondas and people in the park. It&#8217;s a beautiful day.<\/p>\n<p>Later, they make love all night as the rain comes down. He holds her in his arms. A single tear rolls down her cheek.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 70%;\">Today&#8217;s acoustic version:<\/span><\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-68-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/This_Perfect_Day\/AYoS20051122_This_Perfect_Day.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/This_Perfect_Day\/AYoS20051122_This_Perfect_Day.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/This_Perfect_Day\/AYoS20051122_This_Perfect_Day.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 70%;\">Full version:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 42px;\" src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/album=4070776236\/size=small\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/track=1090809173\/transparent=true\/\" width=\"300\" height=\"150\" seamless=\"\"><a href=\"http:\/\/onebluenine.bandcamp.com\/album\/collection-of-convenience-scared\">collection of convenience: scared by one blue nine<\/a><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">This Perfect Day<\/span><\/p>\n<p>petals drift through the warm spring air<br \/>\ngot my hand on your butt got my nose in your hair<br \/>\ngot my heart on my sleeve and it&#8217;s all too clear<br \/>\neverything i wanted is all right here<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">this perfect time this perfect place<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">a perfect tear slides down your face<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It&#8217;s such a shame<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It&#8217;s such a shame&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>the rain comes down all night long<br \/>\nwe just lie there until the dawn<br \/>\nthe world&#8217;s in your eyes and you&#8217;re in my arms<br \/>\neverything I wanted right here all along<\/p>\n<p>this perfect time this perfect place&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>one last kiss one last sigh<br \/>\none last wish though you know it&#8217;s a lie<br \/>\nOne more laugh just to not have to cry<br \/>\nI love you baby til the end of time<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">this perfect time this perfect place<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">a perfect tear slides down your face<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It&#8217;s such a shame<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It&#8217;s such a shame&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 78%;\">(c)1999 Thomas K. 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