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I remember a time when I didn't have to remember a time When butter only came in sticks. And the trash men came every morning When a Chevy was just a Chevy... And my dad parked it for free and the cops would give us a warning Memories when freedom smelled like barbecue and my fingers tasted like Old Bay we crunched corn on the cob and sat with lit faces beneath fireworks, not watching, waiting, miles away When it wasn't who had the bigger yard, but which yards could be conjoined to make the biggest football field and our parents voices, not cell phones, called us to gather around the supper meals I remember when lawyers were great because we hardly ever needed them When we feared dying more than being poor When we called them jobs, not income back then. I remember when an endless ringing phone or even a haunting busy tone required no further investigation... because at least you knew she was ... home ...When love meant you don't have to stop looking, "just keep looking at me." Because romantic love didn't grow in diversions like weeds in fertile soils of commiseration I remember you looking at me I remember when you could hear me draw a tranquil breath between each spoken rhyme …rather than me listening alone to memories tapped into liquid - crystal - diode - lines.
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I remember a time, when I didn't have to remember (for Joe Cole's "Write for Me")
I remember a time when I didn't have to remember a time When butter only came in sticks. And the trash men came every morning When a Chevy was just a Chevy... And my dad parked it for free and the cops would give us a warning Memories when freedom smelled like barbecue and my fingers tasted like Old Bay we crunched corn on the cob and sat with lit faces beneath fireworks, not watching, waiting, miles away When it wasn't who had the bigger yard, but which yards could be conjoined to make the biggest football field and our parents voices, not cell phones, called us to gather around the supper meals I remember when lawyers were great because we hardly ever needed them When we feared dying more than being poor When we called them jobs, not income back then. I remember when an endless ringing phone or even a haunting busy tone required no further investigation... because at least you knew she was ... home ...When love meant you don't have to stop looking, "just keep looking at me." Because romantic love didn't grow in diversions like weeds in fertile soils of commiseration I remember you looking at me I remember when you could hear me draw a tranquil breath between each spoken rhyme …rather than me listening alone to memories tapped into liquid - crystal - diode - lines.
Joe Cole Challenge... memories, tranquility, freedom
#memories#joecole
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
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