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Contributed by Deidra_Carmichael on Friday, 20th November 2015 @ 01:48:37 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



Needing a time machine
Because the present is so played out
Heading for '85 or something close just about
The times are changing but we're not playing
Along with society's little charade

I wanna wear my hair down with all its volume
Rock out to hit bands and singers with you
Relive the old days our parents can't stop talking about

Makes me wanna whip out my leather jacket
And sing out what they call racket
Cuz man nowadays they seem to lack it
A life that we can call Classic

It's good to know that you're on the same page
When it comes to matters of this day and age
If we could change em you know we really would
But for now we can travel back to when things were good

Found some old vinyls and my dad's electric guitar
To play the best beats out of all them so far
No autotune these recordings were made to last
Let's turn the tables of time and make it fast

I wanna wear my hair down with all its volume
Rock out to hit bands and singers with you
Relive the old days our parents can't stop talking about

Makes me wanna whip out my leather jacket
And sing out what they call racket
Cuz man nowadays they seem to lack it
A life that we can call Classic















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Re: Classic (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 21st November 2015 @ 02:29:33 PM AEST
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Beautiful, great poem.
My closet still has several leather jacket's in it, I don't wear them much anymore because as you said, today is no fun.
I really enjoyed this. A great flow too..........


James


Re: Classic (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Saturday, 21st November 2015 @ 08:53:48 PM AEST
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I read this thinking "Time warp!"
I was 5 years old in 1985 - it seems like a lifetime ago.
Great write.

Hannah B


Re: Classic (User Rating: 1 )
by kmec1990 on Tuesday, 24th November 2015 @ 10:34:19 PM AEST
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As a child of the 80's I will say the big hear and big shoulder pads are very overrated but the music is classic. Great write I enjoyed the trip you took me on
Kris


Re: Classic (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 28th November 2015 @ 12:03:21 AM AEST
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I was twenty five in eighty five
I wore no jacket
I had just moved from the Midwest to the West
where it was warm
The classics were from the fifties and sixties for me
But I was a whipper snapper then
Living fancy free just then
I'd climb all the mountains I could find
and look down
The only jacket I had back then I still own
It was blue jean
I found a marijuana joint still in one of the pockets
a couple years ago and smoked it in my garage
while the wife and kids were asleep

It was a classic weed

Peace!




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