YOUTH

Howdy friends,  I think I wrote a song.  Well, I know I wrote some lyrics but with no musical talent I can't exactly call it a song without some help.  If anyone cares to give a shot to adding a melody to these words, it would be appreciated.  Maybe one of y'all are blessed with being able to converse in the language of music.  I could not even master the flutophone (or whatever the hell it was) back in second grade.  And if you're not musically endowed, read it for the memories......  And no Rory, don't correct, I know my  lyrics do not follow proper chronological order.  To anyone having a problem with that I would like to quote Bill the cat: "BFFTPH".               - Robert

YOUTH

©Robert Charles Burnham 

"Jeremiah was a bullfrog"

That was so long ago

My girlfriend's name was Lisa

I didn't worry 'bout my soul

Manfred Mann was coming

Sailing in across the waves

And those four downtrodden souls; from Liverpool

They gave us a rave

Matchstick Men on the corner

Selling them cheap tambourines

The music in my heart and head

Lord, was making the scene

Someone popped some acid

And Marilyn took her life

American Pie drove into a levy

And she sank like a knife

Old Tom, he rode on a rocket

And Johnny, he walked the line

And me and you and a dog named blue

We were feeling mighty fine

Then at some point in Ohio

Four rebels hit the ground

Lisa placed a flower in her hair

And was San Francisco bound

After USA lost a lonely war

And DC had thieves in the night

All I remember was the tracks of my tears

As I cried at such a sight

And although I truly expected

Uncle Billy never came back home

I remember they told me he was a hero

We should be proud he was one of our own

There's been a lot of music

Coming at us through the years

But they'll never be another beat

That could alleviate all our fears

Yes I think the music saved us

When we were the precious few

Facing the turmoil of an age

Back there in the days of our youth