Day 201 - counting toward the 50th
Good Morning Class of '64!
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Back
on its golden hinges
The gate of Memory swings,
And my heart goes into the garden
And walks with the olden things.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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WE WERE GROWING UP IN THE FIFTIES:
BACK IN THE FIFTIES
Back in the fifties when we were so young
Rock n' roll music was born
Brought a tear to our eye when "Old Shep" he did die
And now even Elvis is gone.
Songs came alive on the old 45
We danced "In the Still of the Night"
Rock and rolled with our friends, never thought it would end
I wonder what they're doing tonight.
Take me back to the good old days
when Elvis and the T-bird arrived
Slow dancing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-five.
The old Brooklyn Dodgers - Reese, Robinson and Hodges
To move it was really a shame
L.A. was appealing, you lose that old feeling
when money is the name of the game.
"Rock Around the Clock" on the old jukebox
For a quarter you could order five songs
Feed the record machine, another round of egg creams
There was a "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On."
That was back in the good old days
when Doo-Wop was making the hits
Chug-a-luging was the craze
in nineteen fifty-six.
"Singing the Blues" in our "Blue Suede Shoes"
The clean-cuts were sportin' white bucks
Black leather jackets and engineer boots
were worn by the rough and the tough.
She wore a tight sweater, a monogram letter
Remember "Sweet Little Sixteen"
Ponytail hanging down, all the guys hanging 'round
A looker, you know what I mean.
Take me back to the good old days
when everyone was keeping the faith
"Stroll"ing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-eight.
A night at the drive-in, wheels you took pride in
Fender skirts and dual exhausts
Well up on the screen there was young James Dean
He was the "Rebel Without a Cause."
Cuddle up with your babe in your own hide-away
That's how we used to get all our kicks
"Blue Moon" up above shining down on "Young Love"
Makin' out and missing half the flick.
That was back in the good old days
when Rock was the sign of the times
"Twist"ing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-nine.
Back in the fifties when we were so young,
the future didn't seem very clear
But lately I'm finding, the clock is unwinding
I'd like to turn it back a few years.
© Copyright 1993 E.G. Mills Commack, NY All Rights Reserved
Back in the fifties when we were so young
Rock n' roll music was born
Brought a tear to our eye when "Old Shep" he did die
And now even Elvis is gone.
Songs came alive on the old 45
We danced "In the Still of the Night"
Rock and rolled with our friends, never thought it would end
I wonder what they're doing tonight.
Take me back to the good old days
when Elvis and the T-bird arrived
Slow dancing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-five.
The old Brooklyn Dodgers - Reese, Robinson and Hodges
To move it was really a shame
L.A. was appealing, you lose that old feeling
when money is the name of the game.
"Rock Around the Clock" on the old jukebox
For a quarter you could order five songs
Feed the record machine, another round of egg creams
There was a "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On."
That was back in the good old days
when Doo-Wop was making the hits
Chug-a-luging was the craze
in nineteen fifty-six.
"Singing the Blues" in our "Blue Suede Shoes"
The clean-cuts were sportin' white bucks
Black leather jackets and engineer boots
were worn by the rough and the tough.
She wore a tight sweater, a monogram letter
Remember "Sweet Little Sixteen"
Ponytail hanging down, all the guys hanging 'round
A looker, you know what I mean.
Take me back to the good old days
when everyone was keeping the faith
"Stroll"ing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-eight.
A night at the drive-in, wheels you took pride in
Fender skirts and dual exhausts
Well up on the screen there was young James Dean
He was the "Rebel Without a Cause."
Cuddle up with your babe in your own hide-away
That's how we used to get all our kicks
"Blue Moon" up above shining down on "Young Love"
Makin' out and missing half the flick.
That was back in the good old days
when Rock was the sign of the times
"Twist"ing was the craze
in nineteen fifty-nine.
Back in the fifties when we were so young,
the future didn't seem very clear
But lately I'm finding, the clock is unwinding
I'd like to turn it back a few years.
© Copyright 1993 E.G. Mills Commack, NY All Rights Reserved
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