I have fond memories of loading way too many soldiers and coolers into pickup trucks and trekking from Fort Stewart (or whatever it's now called) to Tybee Island, just east of Savannah, Georgia.
The Cult's Sonic Temple was hot off the presses and became the backdrop/soundtrack to one of my summers.
The opening cords of this one always make me smile in the Spring and Summer. When I hear it in Sept/Oct it makes me a it melancholy, another summer is in the books.
See the curtains hangin' in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light-a-shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's all right
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' though the jasmine in my mind.