Testo di Brighton Memories

Hanging out on Brighton Ave. Watching ladies walk with daily chores Laundry baskets, grocery bags Disappear behind windows and doors Canary yellow houses stand Nest to lots where school boys hide in trees Pairs of dogs that wag their tails Shouts of joy and screams for wounded knees Brighton memories never change from year to year So I'll never have to look to find a home Children cry on benches clear Water cheeks are filled with roses red Old men smile beamingly Ask if you'll repeat what you just said Party on the block each year Lots of beer that goes right to your head Old men wander aimlessly Ask if you'll repeat what you just said