Gloomy Sunday

The genius of Serge Gainsbourg still baffles me...this song is fitting for today. Not so much a gloomy Sunday but the type of Sunday where you don't want to move or do anything...Maybe it's the skin melting 100 degree weather outside...who knows?

"It was July, the middle of summer, when the suns playful sunlight turns into a scornful burn and sweat pours down your brow like trickling water from a broken faucet." -David Maez