coloradodem2005
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Mon Jul-25-05 06:33 PM
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Remember when the days were long And rolled beneath a deep blue sky |
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Didn't have a care in the world With mommy and daddy standing by When happily ever after fails And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly But I know a place where we can go That's still untouched by man We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We'll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass wave in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence Who knows how long this will last Now we've come so far, so fast But, somewhere back there in the dust That same small town in each of us I need to remember this So baby give me just one kiss And let me take a long last look Before we say good bye Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
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Modem Butterfly
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Mon Jul-25-05 06:39 PM
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1. Somewhere back there in the dust, that same small town in each of us |
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Edited on Mon Jul-25-05 06:40 PM by Modem Butterfly
I grew up in a town of about 4,000 people in coastal Oregon. The day before I left for college, my dad and I went for a drive. He's not much of a talker, and he's never been to college, so we just listeed to the radio. We didn't have but one radio station in town, and it played a collection of oldies and "light" hits; "The End of the Innocence" was one of the songs they played. Later, as we parked at an overlook to watch the sunset for awhile, the old Platters song "My Prayer" played.
"My prayer Is to linger with you At the end of the day In a dream that's divine,"
My dad didn't have any words of wisdom for me. In fact, I don't remember him saying a word beyond, "Want to go for a ride?" and "We need to get home before your mother worries,", but that afternoon meant more to me than just about any conversation I've ever had with him.
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