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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
If I ever left Corvallis
If I ever left you,
‘ I would never be the same,
I would never quite recover,
I might somehow lose my name.
I could not forget your colors--
Your soft and sporty gray,
Or those cheesy chunky snowflakes,
You bring out each Christmas Day,
Or that pink you say is salmon,
Or that gold you say is brown,
You’re my gold and salmon heartbreak,
I just can’t let you down.
So many scents are my reminders,
Of all the things we were,’
Although when I try to bring to mind,
They smudge and smooch and blur.
The rubber tired pavement,
The sweet fresh scent of lawn,
The occasional whiff of sultry smoke,
Oh, I’ll miss you when I’m gone!
If I ever left you,
I would never quite forget,
The way you act on game day,
Like you owe the crowds a debt.
The rush the roar the shouting,
Your orange and black and pride,
I always groaned hrmmph outwardly,
But I was proud of you inside,
For all you are you’re not yet,
But someday you’ll become,
And grow and change and change and grow
And somehow still seem young,
So if ever again I hear that song,
That one night became ours,
When the old man with the violin,
Played underneath the stars,
If I hear that song some someday hour,
On an old forgotten stair,
Or an old forgotten park bench,
It will haul me back right there,
To all our times at schools and dances,
And rainy old busstops,
Or our red umbrella moments,
On the way to coffee shops,
‘ But now that I am leaving you
To help me dull the pain,
I pulled out my friends sound advice,
Saved for penniless days or rain
That sometimes yeah you fall in love,
Then go your separate ways,
It hurts and aches but snap it heals,
And you start fresh again one day.
Yet maybe now even as I write this
I finally see the light,
Because I think inside, wise as she was,,
My friend must not be right ,
So maybe instead I‘ll tell her so,
That this isn’t what you thought,
You made it sound so easy,
But love is simply not….
or…..
at least
not when you’re in love with
a
whole
entire
town.
(you’re my ebony orange darling and I just can’t let you down.)
If I ever left you,
‘ I would never be the same,
I would never quite recover,
I might somehow lose my name.
I could not forget your colors--
Your soft and sporty gray,
Or those cheesy chunky snowflakes,
You bring out each Christmas Day,
Or that pink you say is salmon,
Or that gold you say is brown,
You’re my gold and salmon heartbreak,
I just can’t let you down.
So many scents are my reminders,
Of all the things we were,’
Although when I try to bring to mind,
They smudge and smooch and blur.
The rubber tired pavement,
The sweet fresh scent of lawn,
The occasional whiff of sultry smoke,
Oh, I’ll miss you when I’m gone!
If I ever left you,
I would never quite forget,
The way you act on game day,
Like you owe the crowds a debt.
The rush the roar the shouting,
Your orange and black and pride,
I always groaned hrmmph outwardly,
But I was proud of you inside,
For all you are you’re not yet,
But someday you’ll become,
And grow and change and change and grow
And somehow still seem young,
So if ever again I hear that song,
That one night became ours,
When the old man with the violin,
Played underneath the stars,
If I hear that song some someday hour,
On an old forgotten stair,
Or an old forgotten park bench,
It will haul me back right there,
To all our times at schools and dances,
And rainy old busstops,
Or our red umbrella moments,
On the way to coffee shops,
‘ But now that I am leaving you
To help me dull the pain,
I pulled out my friends sound advice,
Saved for penniless days or rain
That sometimes yeah you fall in love,
Then go your separate ways,
It hurts and aches but snap it heals,
And you start fresh again one day.
Yet maybe now even as I write this
I finally see the light,
Because I think inside, wise as she was,,
My friend must not be right ,
So maybe instead I‘ll tell her so,
That this isn’t what you thought,
You made it sound so easy,
But love is simply not….
or…..
at least
not when you’re in love with
a
whole
entire
town.
(you’re my ebony orange darling and I just can’t let you down.)
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I really love this one.
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