Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #427
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
jim dyer
Uploaded
February 11, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 5:43
Story behind the song
these are some vignettes of what i consider "living life well" -- causing as little grief as possible, consuming as reasonably as possible, keeping things desperately in perspective.
Lyrics
Simple Pleasures -- Jim Dyer
You grab that branch and you twist it off the tree --
sharpen that point real fine -- I know you won't poke it at me.
You push on that puffed-up sugar and you squeeze it on there real tight
and you announce to no one in particular, that it's not what's gonna burn tonight.
You slide it out over those coals and start twiddlin' it around.
The crackle of the fire and the conversation keep you occupied
'til it's perfectly browned.
You bring it up to your lips and you brush it to feel it's soft warmth.
You're ready with a slab of dar, sweet chocolate and a graham cracker crust.
It's the simple pleasures that keep us sane.
It's the simple pleasures that help us go to sleep and want to wake up again.
It's been a long, long, long day where everything seemed to go wrong.
You open up that door and you thank all the spirits there that you're
safely back home.
You sort through the mail. You mark down the dates to pay the bills,
and you just chuck those advertisements --
you already own enough stuff. You don't need anybody else's frills.
You wander to the kitchen, pull out a cold home brew --
pop that top in a heartbeat and retire to a comfy windowsill,
pour it off in a glass, get that foamy head just right.
You don't even have to taste it to know that, from now on,
things are gonna get better tonight.
It's the simple pleasures that keep us sane.
It's the simple pleasures that help us go to sleep and want to wake up
and do it all over again.
You've earned the time to relax -- you smile and breathe real deep.
You concentrate on what you've got, instead of how hard it's all gonna be to keep.
You've finally got enough life behind you to know that good things take time.
You give a little thought to coasting. You don't need to appease
the beasts that whine.
The telephone rings. It's the voice of a trusted friend.
You decide to get together, and just talk this time, and let the evening
wind down to a gentle end.
It's the simple pleasures that keep us sane.
It's the simple pleasures that help us go to sleep and want to wake up again.
Simple pleasures. Simple pleasures.
