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By splatipus Date: 2002 Jul 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.06.17.36.5685]] |
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You discovered my box of old records today. My box of 80's rock. Records of my teenage years. You'd called round And, as always, Our conversation turned to music. Our mutual passion. I'd gotten the guitar out And played you the chords of a song. The kids were doing it at Music School And it brought back soooooo many memories. Inspired, we dug out my old records, Wired up the player, And sat in the den. Like two teenagers Listening to Aerosmith And Guns n Roses But feeling old As we tried to guess the year. We had a good laugh Cos I couldn't remember how to drive the record player And kept looking for the non-existent stop button. We talked, laughed and reminisced for hours. Each song reminding us both of some time, Some place......... After you'd gone, I made you a tape of those songs, And as I sat alone and listened My heart continued with its wonderment Of how I knew I could never have you, Yet you still managed to make waves In the still waters of my soul. |