24: Smalltown Rock
Jan. 30th, 2011 10:14 amMe and Donn we got on our bikes and rode downtown to the corner store
Bought us some sodas some junkfood and rode around town, joking and laughing
Hung around the wall at the YMCA, saw everyone we knew
Took the dusty and root-studded paths through the woods
Nearly fell, deliberately jumped, crashed a few times
Summers in the small town, listening to the wonders of MTV and classic rock
And in the winters he and I broke out our long red plastic sleds
And hit the trails running like the olympians we pretended to be
Rode the slalom of Radcliffe Street and the halfpipe of Zigzag
Hit Suicide Hill, where we knew how to avoid all the trees
And stayed out all those hours, no matter how cold we got
Winters in the small town, listening to the wonders of MTV and classic rock
The times we all walked at night, knocking on windows of friends we knew
The football games in our backyards, the hockey games on the ice
The red rover games and the parties in our parents' garages
Our soundtrack supplied by local radio stations and our tape players
The sound of small town rock making those fun days last forever
(Inspired by VH1 Classic's 80s A-Z special from this weekend)
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Bought us some sodas some junkfood and rode around town, joking and laughing
Hung around the wall at the YMCA, saw everyone we knew
Took the dusty and root-studded paths through the woods
Nearly fell, deliberately jumped, crashed a few times
Summers in the small town, listening to the wonders of MTV and classic rock
And in the winters he and I broke out our long red plastic sleds
And hit the trails running like the olympians we pretended to be
Rode the slalom of Radcliffe Street and the halfpipe of Zigzag
Hit Suicide Hill, where we knew how to avoid all the trees
And stayed out all those hours, no matter how cold we got
Winters in the small town, listening to the wonders of MTV and classic rock
The times we all walked at night, knocking on windows of friends we knew
The football games in our backyards, the hockey games on the ice
The red rover games and the parties in our parents' garages
Our soundtrack supplied by local radio stations and our tape players
The sound of small town rock making those fun days last forever
(Inspired by VH1 Classic's 80s A-Z special from this weekend)
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