Soul Rock Blue Rock

In those formative days,
That early teen phase,
Us Mt. Vernon kids surely had a great time,
It’s like a glory daze,
A long and dreamy haze,
And it happened back in nineteen eighty-nine.
 
Yet now that I think about it, it feels idealized,
Romanticized,
Happy days always seem to outshine the sad,
I made friendships that lasted for many years,
And it’s clear,
That back in those days it was totally rad.
 
I think us band kids were the popular ones,
And those who played drums,
Were always thought to be so fresh and cool,
But this fool right here wasn’t that good,
If I could show you I would,
“Careful with Wally” seemed to be the rule
 
I must have flung my drumsticks a hundred times,
It doesn’t slip my mind,
My hands would get sweaty because I was nervous,
I was the suckiest drummer Mt. Vernon ever had,
I was so bad,
The teacher had me play the marimbas on purpose.
 
But I practiced because I wanted to be good,
And eventually I would,
So that in school concerts I could show shine,
It seems silly now but it meant so much then,
I’d do it all over again,
Because in Sr. Band we always had a great time.
 
It wasn’t just a phase but a glory daze,
For me,
Those were Soul Rock Blue Rock days.