My personal favourite of all the music Annie wrote for this album, on the very first listening Summer Flight transported me back to the summer of 1977, lying on my back in Alexandra Park listening to the radio while trying (and failing!) to revise for my second year exams.  I was also reminded of the previous magical summer when a delightful lady called Julie took me by surprise by inviting me to dinner.  The strange-sounding lines

Long summer days and restless nights
You bring them back to me
Quails roasted under candlelight
Flying to be free

refer therefore not to an attempt to cook a quail over a candle, but rather to the meal we shared that evening and the fact that we ate by the light of candles.  Incidentally the first and only time I’ve eaten quail.

 

 

Ooh-ooh, feels like I’m on my way home,
Summer, I’ll meet you at the metrodome
Hot afternoons stripped to the bone
Lost by a chance remark
Dogs barking on the telephone
Evenings in the park

Flashback: feels like I’m flying back home,
Summer, the smell of grass and styrofoam
Kisses to chase and kites to fly
Friends come to watch the game
Beautiful people strolling by
Dreams without a name

You know they’ll never end
These long days in the sun
Times that you will always spend
At home with everyone

Summer: the clouds are burning away
Flying, back to a place called yesterday
Hot afternoons stripped to the bone
Lost by a chance remark
Dogs barking on the telephone
Evenings in the park

They left me sitting all alone
Millions of years ago
Listening to Auntie’s gramophone
Learning not to show

Long summer days and restless nights
You bring them back to me
Quails roasted under candlelight
Flying to be free

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