{"id":35221,"date":"2016-06-30T22:24:47","date_gmt":"2016-07-01T02:24:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=35221"},"modified":"2017-09-25T22:13:53","modified_gmt":"2017-09-26T02:13:53","slug":"the-last-day-of-june-1934","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2016\/06\/30\/the-last-day-of-june-1934\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Last Day of June 1934&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1ip5ato4HSY\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>The Last Day of June 1934<\/strong><br \/>\n    Al Stewart<\/p>\n<p>    The morning is humming, it\u2019s a quarter past nine<br \/>\n    I should be working down in the vines<br \/>\n    Yeah, but I\u2019m lying here with a good friend of mine<br \/>\n    Watching the sun in her hair<br \/>\n    I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea<br \/>\n    The fields of France are a home to me<br \/>\n    Ah, but today lying here is such a good place to be<br \/>\n    I can\u2019t go anywhere<br \/>\n    And as we slip in and out of embrace<br \/>\n    Like some old and familiar place<br \/>\n    Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before<br \/>\n    On the last day of June 1934<\/p>\n<p>    Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane<br \/>\n    A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain<br \/>\n    Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again<br \/>\n    Heads up the drive to the door<br \/>\n    The lights of the party shine over the fields<br \/>\n    Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels<br \/>\n    And argue realities digging their heels<br \/>\n    In a world that\u2019s finished with war<br \/>\n    And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets<br \/>\n    Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets<br \/>\n    Europe lies sleeping,<br \/>\n    you feel her heartbeats through the floor<br \/>\n    On the last day of June 19\u2026<\/p>\n<p>    On the night that Ernst Roehm died voices rang out<br \/>\n    In the rolling Bavarian hills<br \/>\n    And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters<br \/>\n    Grown strong like the joining of wills<br \/>\n    Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance<br \/>\n    In moonlight carved out of steel<br \/>\n    Singing \u201cAll the lonely, so long and so long<br \/>\n    You don\u2019t know me how long, how I long<br \/>\n    You can\u2019t hold me, I\u2019m strong now I\u2019m strong<br \/>\n    Stronger than your law\u201d<\/p>\n<p>    I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine<br \/>\n    Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time<br \/>\n    And I know I\u2019m a dreamer, I know I\u2019m out of line<br \/>\n    With the people I see everywhere<br \/>\n    The couples pass by me, they\u2019re looking so good<br \/>\n    Their arms round each other, they head for the woods<br \/>\n    They don\u2019t care who Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should<br \/>\n    Just a shadow that hangs in the air<br \/>\n    But I thought I saw him cross over the hill<br \/>\n    With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel<br \/>\n    And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before<br \/>\n    On the last day of June 1934\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Last Day of June 1934 Al Stewart The morning is humming, it\u2019s a quarter past nine I should be working down in the vines Yeah, but I\u2019m lying here with a good friend of mine Watching the sun in her hair I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea The fields of 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