DOUG & SHELLEY HARPER: SONGLYRICS

DO YOU REMEMBER?

1. DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAY IT USE TO BE, STROLLING DOWN MAIN & NEVILLE STREETS. SHOPS & DINERS & PICTURE SHOWS, STORES FOR SHOES & STORES FOR CLOTHES.
WE GREETED EVERYONE, & WE KNEW NO STRANGERS. TRAFFIC & PIGEONS WERE THE BIGGEST DANGERS. PEOPLE SWARMED AROUND LIKE A BIG BEEHIVE. IT WAS THE PLACE TO BE BETWEEN 9 & 5.
2. GRANT'S & MURPHY'S WERE WONDERLANDS. EVERYTHING FROM PETS TO FRYING PANS. CANDY COUNTER, MODEL CARS, & UNDERWEAR, WORK CLOTHES, RECORDS & STUFF FOR YOUR HAIR.
FROM CONWAY, BECKLEY OR FOSTER HARDWARE YOU COULD FIND ALL YOU NEEDED FOR ANY REPAIR. KLAUS WAS THE PLACE FOR OFFICE SUPPLIES & LINCOLN LOAN FOR POCKET KNIVES.
3. AT GEORGES, EMBEES, THE HUB AND VOGUE, YOU COULD DRESS THE FINEST LADY FROM HEAD TO TOE. FROM LILLY'S, PAYNES, & SILVERBRAND YOU COULD MAKE A GRAND PRINCE OF A COMMON MAN.
TIP-TOP OR FREDDIE'S FOR BURGERS & FRIES. THE GREYHOUND STATION WAS THE PLACE FOR PIES. AT THE KOSEY KORNER & THE SPORTSMAN'S GRILL, FOR A BUCK & A HALF YOU COULD EAT YOUR FILL.
CHORUS: WELL I REMEMBER THE GOLDEN DAYS OF THE STREETS. WINDOW DISPLAYS & COPS ON THE BEAT. AWNINGS ROLLED OUT AT 9AM & AT 5 O'CLOCK THEY ROLLED EM UP AGAIN.
IT WAS THE MODEL FOR SMALL-TOWN USA; CRAFTED IN THE SCHEME OF THE AMERICAN WAY; THE HUB OF COMMERCE AND SOCIAL LIFE. IT WAS THE PLACE TO BE BETWEEN 9 & 5.
4. SATURDAY MATINEE WAS A GREAT EVENT. DOUBLE FEATURE AT THE LYRIC FOR 25 CENTS. 35 AT THE BECKLEY & EVEN THOUGH IT WAS MORE, THEY HAD FATTER SEATS & LESS GUM ON THE FLOOR.
TIN ROOF SUNDAYS AT WHITE CROSS PHARMACY, CREAM PUFFS & BROWNIES FROM QUALITY PASTRY. VIRGIL'S NEWSSTAND WAS A REGULAR STOP. WE SCANNED ALL THE COMICS BUT WE RARELY BOUGHT.
BRIDGE: THEN CAME THE DAYS OF SHOPPING MALLS; SUPER STORES THAT HAVE IT ALL. DOWNTOWN LIFE, IT SOON DRIED UP & ONE BY ONE THE DOORS WERE SHUT.
I HOPE ONE DAY IT WILL ALL TURN AROUND. SHOPS & RESTAURANTS WILL MOVE BACK DOWN. WE'LL HAVE AN UPTOWN ONCE AGAIN. I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAY THE STREETS BUSTLE AGAIN.
CHORUS:

FIX UP SOME BRIDGES

1. IT'S FUNNY HOW WE ALL LIKE TO BE DIFFERENT. IT'S FUNNY HOW WE'RE ALL ALIKE THAT WAY. THEN WE TURN AROUND AND MAKE A FUSS CAUSE OTHER FOLKS AIN'T ENOUGH LIKE US.
ONE MAN'S POISON IS ANOTHER MAN'S PLEASURE. ONE MAN'S LABOR GIVES ANOTHER MAN LEISURE. ONE SEES A PROBLEM WHERE ONE SEES A GAME. ONE SEES A RAINBOW, ANOTHER JUST RAIN.

2. WE ALL CHERISH OUR POINTS OF VIEW. YOU'LL FIND THEM LOADED UP AND POINTED AT YOU. BUT, TAKE CARE IF YOU DON'T AGREE. YOU MIGHT WIND UP A CASUALTY.
PEOPLE SAY THINGS THAT WE DON'T LIKE, WE TURN AND STRIKE WITH A VENOMOUS BITE. NOBODY CHANGES AND NOBODY WINS, OVER AND OVER ALL OVER AGAIN.

CHORUS: THIS WORLD GETS SMALLER MINUTE BY MINUTE. WE'RE ALL STUCK WITH EACH OTHER HERE IN IT. WE'RE ALL SPINNING ON THE SAME LITTLE BALL. IT'S TIME TO FIX UP SOME BRIDGES AND KNOCK OUT SOME WALLS.

3. LIFE'S NOT FAIR AND IT WILL NEVER BE. ONCE YOU ACCEPT IT, IT WILL SET YOU FREE. IT'S JUST A NOTION SOMEBODY MADE UP. WE HAVE TO MAKE OUR OWN GOOD LUCK.
SOME SEE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT'S NOT. OTHERS TAKE A LITTLE AND MAKE IT A LOT, BUT SOME TAKE A LOT AND THEY DON'T GIVE BACK. THEY LEAVE IT UP TO OTHERS TO TAKE UP THE SLACK.

CHORUS:

WILD BIRD
BLUE 11 MUSIC PUBLISHING

1. LOVE IS LIKE A WILD BIRD TRAPPED INSIDE A LONELY CAGE, LONGING TO BE FREE TO ROAM THE SKIES. FREE AND ON THE WING IS HOW A WILD BIRD LEARNS TO SING, AND THE MELODY WILL SET YOU FREE ON THE DAY THAT IT RETURNS.

2. BOUND UP AND IMPRISONED IS NO WAY FOR LOVE TO BE. THE TIGHTER THAT YOU GRIP, THE MORE IT SLIDES. BUT, THOSE THAT LEARN TO TRUST WILL KEEP THEIR HEART STRINGS FROM THE RUST AND THEY CAN PLAY ALONG THE DAY THAT MELODY ARRIVES.

CHORUS: IN THE DANCE OF LIFE, TWO CALLERS WE WILL HEAR. ONE CALLS OUT THE STEPS OF LOVE AND ONE THE STEPS OF FEAR. EVERYTHING WE DO IS DRIVEN BY THE TWO. WHICH CALLER WILL YOU DANCE TO WHILE YOU'RE HERE?

3. ONE SURE WAY TO LOSE AT LOVE IS NOT TO LOVE AT ALL. THE RISK OF PAIN IS WORTH WHAT COMES TO YOU. DREAMING ALL ALONE IS LIKE GOOD COFFEE THAT TURNS COLD. YOUR DREAMS ARE BOUND FOR THE LOST AND FOUND BEFORE YOU SEE THEM THROUGH.

CHORUS:

GHOST FIDDLER

1. IN THE COOL OF THE EVENING AS THE SUN SLIPS AWAY, THE SPRING AIR IS LADEN WITH IT'S SPOILS FROM THE DAY. I REST IN THE QUIET AS MY MIND GOES ADRIFT TO THAT HIGH PLANE OF WONDER BETWEEN ASLEEP AND AWAKE.

2. I DRIFT TO A TIME AND A PLACE LONG AGO. AS A CHILD, TO MY GRANDFATHER'S PARLOR I GO. THE SOUND OF HIS FIDDLE AS IT SPLITS WIDE THE DAY; IS A WELCOME SWEET HAUNTING FROM A TIME FAR AWAY.

CHORUS: I SPIN TO A REEL, AND I FLOAT TO A WALTZ AS MY CARES ARE ALL SWEPT AWAY. I WEEP AS I HEAR HIM PLAY 'OH, DANNY BOY', BUT MY SPIRIT SOARS HIGH AS THE GHOST FIDDLER PLAYS.

3. FROM THE EARLIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE I RECALL BRISK MOUNTAIN MUSIC AS IT BOUNCED FROM THE WALLS. SHAPED BY THE SONGS, MY LIFE DAY TO DAY IS A WALTZ TO THE TUNE THAT THE GHOST FIDDLER PLAYS.

4. WINTER COMES QUICK AND IT STAYS WAY TOO LONG. IT WEARIES THE SOUL AS IT DRAGS ON AND ON. BUT, SOME DAY THE WINTERS OF LIFE WILL BE PAST AND I'LL JOIN UP AND PLAY WITH THE FIDDLER AT LAST.

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