LYRICS
It’s been a long, long time
Since I laid my eyes upon her
Wonder if she’ll ponder
“Can I make him mine?”
Chorus
Back when going steady was all the craze
ID bracelets… then class rings… what’s the next phase
“Love Hurts” and Heart on the radio plays
[Barracuda guitar riff]
Baby, those were the days
It’s been a long, long while
Since graced with your smile
Still gal with lady style
The more the change, the more the same… no denial
Chorus
You’re lookin’ oh so fine
Sure aged well in time
Beggin’ for a sign
Will you please be mine?
LYRICS
Heard people say you can never go home again
But when I get there they say, “Where’ve ya been?”
Burning bridges mend
Comin’ round the bend
Finding a long lost friend
No surprise when ya look in their eyes
A familiar face… you realize
Burning bridges mend
Comin’ round the bend
Finding a long lost friend
There’s nothing like finding a long lost friend
Except for finding a long lost friend
Burning bridges mend
Comin’ round the bend
Finding a long lost friend
Sorry to say some have passed away
But it’s OK… we’ll meet again some day
Burning bridges mend
Comin’ round the bend
Finding a long lost friend
A live 1-track stereo recording made on a park bench in downtown Clearfield.
Chinklacamoose, spelled many ways, was an old Native American village located at what is now Clearfield, Pennsylvania. The village existed from the early 1st century up until around the mid to late 17th century. The village was about halfway along the Great Shamokin Path, which started at the old Indian village of Shamokin (present day Sunbury), along the West Branch of the Susquehanna River west to its ending point at the village of Kittanning.
Chinklacamoose kept its name up until 1804, when it became the first township for Clearfield County. Only three years later, the township began to split up into smaller townships, like Beccaria, Bradford, Lawrence and Pike by 1813, when Chinklacamoose Township no longer existed and the name was lost to history.
LYRICS
Left me sitting here in the dark
Maybe it’s time for a little spark
Inconsiderate
Sorry doesn’t make-up for a sin
Especially when you do it again and again
Inconsiderate
Then you say you forgot to pay
When you get a chance, you’ll send it my way
Then when you pray you forget to say
“Lord, how may I serve you?”
Consider it
Inconsiderate
LYRICS
Two-shoes
Goody, goody two-shoes
Does your number of faces
Match your shoes
All the while stylin’ the hypocrisy blues
Two-shoes
Goody, goody two-shoes
Displaced
Two-faced
Out of space
Lost the human race
Two-shoes
Goody, goody two-shoes
Double damage you do do
Both sides of your mouth talkin’ too
… into
Two-shoes
Goody, goody two-shoes
All the while stylin’ the hypocrisy blues
