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Old February 24th, 2008
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Originally Posted by X4StringDrive View Post
The rest of the verse is great Chris, takes the story out quite well IMO
Hi Kenny I've done a rewrite, Jennifers gone, yes there were tears and she went on about peace and love and how modern society has corrupted my inner soul but she had to go, the holes gone as well, I just threw Jennifer down it, so see what you think


Echoes in time (rewrite)

Verse 1

There is a music store in a shady part of town
Guitars in the window could do with a dusting down
Run by an old man who used to be somebody
A flower child dependent on memories

Verse 2

His shop used to be the talk of the town
The finest guitars for miles around
All the big names would come from afar
Some just to hangout, get that special guitar
The scene was so vibrant, jam sessions upstairs
And pretty young girls with flowers in their hair
Now the girls are all Women the flowers have died
The stars have all faded their guitars put aside
The old man goes in turns round the open sign
But the music has gone it's just echoes in time

Verse 3

He walks to the window to paint the words closing down
Watches for customers and has a good look around
People have moved on there's nothing left to see
His mind starts to drift to a place in his memory

Verse 4

The street used to be such a colourful sight
Street markets and carnivals, full of life in the night
Poets and singers would busk and get high
As young girls passed by with their Mary Quant looks
Serious young men with fire in their eyes
Would sip coffee in cafes reading Kerouac books
Now their ideals have gone, the revolution died
The fire diminished as they faced up to real life
The old man walks over turns round the closed sign
Hears the sound of the street but it's just echoes in time

Verse 5

He sits in the back room and plays an old folk guitar
Feels quite tired so he stops and lights up a cigar
Then closes his eyes and lays back in his easy chair
Joins Hendrix and Joplin, he knows he's welcome there

cgoodesongs 24-2-08


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