Martin's notes: I wrote this in the back room of some miserable flat I shared with my girlfriend somewhere in Preston. I wanted everything to have a chorus that day. I remember that I wrote most of it watching The Big
Breakfast. The words were written after a night on acid. We had moved to Mount Street, near Preston Station. The demo had some strange drumming on it which I persuaded Bob to replicate on the first
version we did. We recorded it a semi-tone higher than the released version and the guitars were much more prominent. After playing to a number of people the general consensus was that it was good but could be better. So we did it again and we nicked the beat from the Jam’s ‘Solid Bond In Your Heart’ demo and added trumpets. One day the record company came down to Rockfield Studios to see how it was all going. Only Tim and I were there. I had my head in the Leslie cabinet, tripping off my face, listening to him turn the revolving speaker on and off.
Lyrics: Summer's gone, days spent with the grass and sun. I don't mind, to pretend I do seems really dumb. I rise as the morning comes crawling through the blinds. I shouldn't be up at this time but I can't sleep with you there by side. Wake up! It's a beautiful morning, feel the sun shining for your eyes. Wake up! It's so beautiful for what could be the very last time. Twenty five, I don't recall a time I felt this alive. So wake up boo! There's so many things for us to do. It's early so take your time, don't let me rush you please. I know I was up all night, I can do anything, anything, anything. But you can't blame me, not for the death of summer. But you're gonna say what you wanna say. You have to put the death in everything.
