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Time to Dry Off: My Farewell Summer Playlist

Feel it in the air? OK, that's probably a hurricane breeze, but there's a definite change in the tempo out there. Our summer is ending. Or course it's not official until the end of September. But school has started and, before you know it, we'll be sweating in our Halloween costumes. I love the fall, but I can't help feeling wistful as summer wanes and I long for one more homework-less night, one more morning without an alarm clock, one more day running barefoot across the hot sand. Here's my playlist for marking the end of summer.

What would you add to the mix?

August Day Song, Bebel Gilberto: As melancholy as it gets. ("Just like this rainstorm, this August day song, I dream of places far beyond.")

1979, Smashing Pumpkins ("Junebug skipping like a stone, with the headlights pointed at the dawn. We were sure we'd never see an end to it all…")

Summer Romance, The Rolling Stones ("Just a few days and you'll be back in your school, I'll be sitting around by the swimming pool.")

September Song, Frank, Ella, Tony, Dean, even Lou Reed. They're all good, but Chet Baker seems to capture the longing best, and you can sing along in your head. ("Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few…")

The E Street Shuffle, Bruce Springsteen ("As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams…")

Indian Summer, Al Stewart ("The shops are shuttered and the crowds are gone. The souvenir sellers are moving on – like summer lovers.")

The Other Side of Summer, Elvis Costello

Summer Skin, Death Cab for Cutie ("I don't recall a single care, just greenery and humid air. Then Labor Day came and went, and we shed what was left of our summer skin.")

Farewell My Summer Love, Michael Jackson

All Summer Long, The Beach Boys

Here Comes a Regular, The Replacements ("The summer's past, it's too late to cut the grass.)

Summer Days, Bob Dylan ("Summer days, summer nights are gone.")

Someday the Waves, Iron & Wine ("Time like your cheek has turned for me. Someday the waves will stop.")

Misfits, The Kinks ("You say your summer has gone, now the winter is crawlin' in.")

Summer's Almost Gone, The Doors ("Morning found us calmly unaware, noon burn gold into our hair. At night we swim the laughin' sea. When summer's gone, where will we be?")

A Summer Wasting, Belle & Sebastian ("I spent the summer wasting, the time was passed so easily…seven weeks of staying up all night.")

Indian Summer,

Beat Happening ("We'll come back for Indian Summer.")

The Boys of Summer, Don Henley ("Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.")

The Last Day of Summer, The Cure ("But the last day of summer never felt so cold…")

Last Day of Summer, Kirsty MacColl ("Oh the days were hot and the nights were long, I must have sung a million songs. But all the words just came out wrong on the last day of summer.")

Stolen, Dashboard Confessional ("Another sun soaked season fades away…")

David's Last Summer, Pulp ("Summer leaves fall from summer trees. Summer grazes fade on summer knees. Summer nights are slowly getting long. Summer's going, so hurry, soon it'll be gone.")

Night Moves, Bob Seger ("With autumn closing in…")

My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion, The Flaming Lips ("They tell us, Autumn's a-coming and soon everything around us will die.")

That Summer Feeling, Jonathan Richman ("When even fourth grade starts looking good. Which you hated. And first grade's looking good too. Overrated. And you boys long for some little girl that you dated. Do you long for her or for the way you were? That summer feeling is gonna haunt you the rest of your life.")

Summer Fling, k.d. lang ("The smell of Sunday in our hair. You ran on the beach with Kennedy flair.")

Maggie May, Rod Stewart ("It's late September and I really should be back at school.")

We're Going to Be Friends, The White Stripes ("Fall is here, hear the yell. Back to school, ring the bell. Brand new shoes, walking blues. Climb the fence, books and pens. I can tell that we're going to be friends.")

Sunset, Roxy Music ("Sunburst fingers you raise. One last sigh of farewell – goodbye.")