November 04 Responses
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Rusty Old American Dream

I don't look all that ragged for all the
time it's been,
But I'm weakened underneath me
where my frame is rusted thin.
And this year's state inspection just
barely passed
Won't you drive me 'cross the country,
boy,
This year could be my last.

I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the
days of cheap gasoline,
And I'm for sale by the side of the road
going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in
1958,
Spent three days in the showroom,
that's all I had to wait.
I've been good to all who owned me,
so have no fear;
C'mon, boy, put your money down and
get me out of here!

I'm a tailfin road locomotive from the
days of cheap gasoline,
And I'm for sale by the side of the road
going nowhere,
A rusty old American dream.

This car needs a young man to own
him
One who will polish the chrome,
I will give you the rest of my lifetime,
But don't let me die here alone.
Just jump me some juice to my battery,
Give that old starter a spin,
Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through
the carberator,
And roar into life once again.

I'm a tailfin road locomotive,
You can polish my chrome so clean
We can fly off into the sunset together,
A rusty old American dream.
The Old Playground

Walking on the sidewalk, roundball
under my arm
Everybody knows how you play is who
you are
Walking down the road, looking for a
game or two
The real moves come through, no
matter what they’re gonna do
It’s down to you

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the
young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk the baseline

The old sage frowns, he says just pass
it on around
But all-world junior’s pulling up from
downtown
For some it’s a way out, for some it’s a
way in
Most of us don’t even care
We’re just looking for another gym to
get in

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the
young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where some play from dreams
And the rest just play for pride

The old man said stop running with
those boys
But they know what to do and their
folks don’t mind the noise
Say hey now, everybody’s gonna get
along
Just call your own foul when you break
the rules
If you make it, take it, so make your
move

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the
young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk the baseline
Subdivisions

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so
one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the
misfit so alone

[Chorus:]
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to
soothe the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the
city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small
desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of
lighted streets on quiet nights...

[Chorus]