Up
where the waters got a case of the Zoster
I
had the vision for the digital stare
Into
obsessions that my parents would foster
I
had imagined it would always be there
In
a rustic building, christened a town
Within
the park that Robert Larry had claimed
It
had been years since I had ever been down
I
had imagined it would still be the same
Up
from the yellow hills of our El Dorado
The
haven of the quarter concessionaire
There
used to be a honky-tonk piano
I
had imagined it would always be there
Even
when they added on that extremity
Where
we were jeered away that time that we played
I
could have summoned up a tolerant remedy
For
all that sour milk next to the arcade
And
it had been a masquerade of a decade
Since
the passing on of Samuel Boyd
And
all the hot dogs and the barrels of lemonade
Had
gone a similar way to the void
And
from the freeway where I saw it destroyed
I
felt that odd non-coastal mal de mer
All
that I could think was how I’d be overjoyed
If
I still had a chance to find it was there
It
didn’t seem like it had nearly been long enough
And
disrepair seems like a reason unfair
But
all the Mutoscopes and taffy and Kong and stuff
Against
the ages they did not have a prayer
The
sawdust-covered floor turned to sawdust
The
mem’ries to a new market square
It’s
my twenty-seventh time around August
I
had imagined it would always be there
July 30th 2003
Lyrics by Jason Cox
© 2003 Bend Over Beethoven Music
