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A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE
(Song Lyrics version)
[Verse 1]
I traveled down a street today,of one in which I used to play. I’d sit and talk with friends all day, ride bikes down endless alleyways. Of tree-lined courts and avenues, the views of homes and nightly news would cuddle life of home’s support, make world seem small and just for sport.
[Verse 2]
The trees were small and all so new when child-like life was in my view. Family full and siblings all— we never imagined that some would fall. Climbing trees and being free, while flavoring scents of summer breeze, the smog’s descent could cause refrain on playground fields and kickball games.
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[Verse 3]
‘Twas then a time when trees were small, and we’d look up to those so tall, like JFK and FDR, and dreamed of things, not how they are. ‘Twas once a place of Beaver’s stroll, on sidewalk paths and rock and roll, paper routes and neighbor’s shouts— ‘twere absent words of filthy bouts.
[Verse 4]
Melodies of ice cream screams, when idling trucks would seem like dreams. Long summer days where kids would play, and sun-drenched smiles would pave the way to long walks home, to stews with bones, and Moms and Dads—‘twere never stoned.
[Chorus]
In walking down our memory lanes of childhood streets and neighbor’s banes, of losing fights and things not right, events came true in sky-blue hues.
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[Verse 5]
Boys in collars, girls in skirts, morals subsided, Hippies divided, chances taken, page forsaken, cause mistaken for looks that flirt? Those smoke-filled bars would leave their scars on aging face of ageless,
and scream’s recant thy victims’ chants and blame disgrace on shameless.
[Verse 6]
What future scenes on wide screen’s streams can mute the tones of kids alone, and days of now have come somehow from culture’s shift, indulgent bliss! Those days have passed and could not last. The neighborhood has grown up fast. The signs have changed with names they came in languages that sound insane.
[Verse 7]
Policies and politics, and faces strong, and guys named Dick, have come to shape our world today and splash new paint in rainbow waves. The town once new ‘tis turned mildewed, with stewing brew of new strain flues. ‘Tis crimes and dimes and foreign mimes, in silent words have painted slime.
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