This is quite a melancholy short song I've written, see it as a folk song, I've put the verses in but there's no chorus as it's a narrative and the verses lead into each other the short verses I see as low key and slower and the long verses are more upbeat and lively, just a bit of an experiment, lyrical/poetry, all feedback welcome as usual, if someone would like to do this feel free
Echoes in time
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 and old man who used to be somebody
A flower child dependant 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 goes to the window wipes a hole between closing down
To watch out for customers and have a good look around
Sees a desolate wasteland, some tramps drinking cheap whisky
His mind starts to drift as he retreats 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 while 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
End
He sits in the back room and plays an old folk guitar
Feels quite tired just sits and strums Jennifer
Then closes his eyes and lays back in his easy chair
Joins Hendrix and Joplin, once again he's a rising star
cgoodesongs 24-2-08
You don't stop laughing when you grow old; you grow old when you stop laughing.