looking back those early times
lullabies and gentle rhymes
Hobos and Huckleberry Finns
hairs on their chinny, chin, chins
nets cast out for butterflies
every sky a bright blue sky
all the yarns that we did spin
for Rumplestiltskin
1.
souvenirs
out with step-dad’s 2nd hand knives
bows and arrows cut to save our lives knock Worzel up early outta bed
all puttin’ on our mischief head
across the Liston and Great Divide
an’ later out on our 2nd hand bikes yomping wild ‘til we were all out of tread
goodnight Worzel, where’s your bed head?
2.
and yes, it’s these
the 1st hand memories
whittled outta our early years
an’ fallin’ now as bittersweet tears
then back to our hearts forever
as 1st hand souvenirs
Sou ve n’’’irs
H’ h’ hmm, souvenirs
Chorus
3.
5.
looking back our interim trials different heads for different styles me myself, a Rockabilly Ted
you, a punk, or a Lemmyhead
nets cast out for pretty girl smiles skies different ‘cross many a’ mile thinning clouds, skies turning red gonna do somethin’ different instead
little Hobos on unsteady ground
Worzel done chasing Aunt Sally around thinkin’ head not screwed on tight didn’t know when the crows took flight Huck Finn nowhere to be found
just wish he was now homeward bound 2nd hand bikes almost outta sight Rumplestiltskin has said goodnight
Chorus
but yet, it’s these
the 1st hand memories
whittled outta our early years
an’ fallin’ now as bittersweet tears
then back to our hearts forever
as 1st hand souvenirs
Sou ve n’’’irs
H’ h’ hmm, souvenirs
looking hard these latter days?
all ended up as lonely strays
different Worzels on different shows different heads scaring different crows prophesied, what they used to say
the rough winds shake those dreams away ever try turning memories into gold? despite the stories Rumplestiltskin told
‘specially when all the 2nd hand chains
fell off long ago on different lanes
an’ the 2nd hand pins which locked them in are rusting out now, and wearing thin, but
unto the moon I do not complain
whether good or bad memories remain
cos’ by the grey hairs on my chinny, chin, chin they’re in all the souvenirs I got locked in
4.
6.
These lyrics are about...the hanging on to childhood...and acceptance of change, albeit reluctant,...and how memories might be considered 'souvenirs', wm.
Chorus
and yes, it’s these
the 1st hand memories
whittled outta our early years
an’ fallin’ now as bittersweet tears
then back to our hearts forever
as 1st hand souvenirs
Sou ve n’’’irs
H’ h’ hmm, souvenirs
