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Neighborhood Walk Lyrics - Artist : Wax
I'm from a small suburban town in Maryland, I recently went back to visit my family and took a walk around the old neighborhood and wrote this
I was visiting my dad in the state of MD We're sittin' on the couch watching AMC He's still at the house in which he raised me Still spends most of his time watching TV An old western or a musical with Fred Astaire Every commercial they're talkin' about Medicare JJ from Good Times is the spokesman I wonder how much cash it took For them to coax him into doin' it Times change, people age Both in real life and on the airwaves I got up off the couch, walked out the front door My old neighborhood I had an urge to explore Up the driveway to the cul de sac Took a look around and it all came back Nostalgia ran through me and it tickled my soul Took a deep breath and embarked on a stroll A long time resident sees me and waves From his driveway, I remember the day it was paved The asphalt is cracking at a similar rate And in a similar design as the lines on his face He said his wife had passed and he asked me to pardon him For the unkempt state that his yard was in See, he kept the grass cut be she had done the gardenin' The large amount of weeds told the story of how hard it's been "T was nice talkin' To you," I told him then I kept on walkin' The next house down was very familiar A memory played in my brain with an old movie filter A scene of when my childhood friend lived there I see the old couch, the old tables and chair I see my friend as a child, his mother and his siblings A family from the past that once really existed If I had dreamt it all it wouldn't be much different I pass by several houses in a row Each one reminds me of a person I know The rental property where they just let the weeds grow Is like my homie Matt who kinda let himself go Shutters, shingles, siding and bricks Some are like new, some really need to be fixed Normal wear and tear as a house gets older That squeaky sliding door kinda reminds me of my shoulder A teenage kid drives by way too fast Rebellious music of his generation on blast Very reminiscent of myself of the past The drums are more trappy but the rap's just as crass Miles after miles my childhood is embedded in everything that I pass The green street signs may be startin' to rust But the grass is the same shade of green, it's lush It compliments the yellow on the passing school bus As it slows down out the red stop sign juts And the door of the bus is like my tear ducts My eyes water up and out the kids jump Each hit the street as the tears hit my cheeks I can't explain why it makes me cry, I'm just weak The sun starts droppin', the sky gets less bright The streetlights all start to light Pretty soon I'll be in the streetlight stage of my life Where I start headin' home and day turns to night I won't be around but this neighborhood might Along with this song I was able to write That walk built me up quite a healthy appetite I'm so lucky I get to have dinner with my dad tonight |
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