Artwork title: Boston
Artist: Franc Graham
In the back of some pickup on 93
Summer night lights in my pretty city
Wind in our hair & the sky fulla sea
To a party where we didn’t know anybody really
Back to the Plough for some Treat Her Right
You know it still felt early on a Saturday night
Our battle cry
2 am T & maybe Hi-Fi
Oh yeah oh yeah all those years, when my city it was still here
To that broken busted town, I bow down…
All you can eat at the Downtown Café
And the sweet Charles River later that very same day
Meet me at Nuggets & we’ll go to the Rat
Late night Deli Haus fries & a frappe
Mornin peaches said the old man in Dudley Square
Under the railroad tracks when the tracks were still there
We figured it out we had time to think
Rockin rent control & a tub for a sink
Oh yeah oh yeah, all those years, when the city it was still here
To that broken busted town, I bow down…
I had a solo apartment for the very first time
And a creepy landlord but y’know he died
There was no Zakum bridge, just a Citgo sign
Kemore had an edge & Mr. Butch rode by
The Garden & Villa Victoria
My best friend John can tell the story yeah
We slept well & we hoofed it up four flights
Cause there were boys to love & there were boys to like
Goth kids comin outa Man Ray
Chets & the Channel & the Bat Cave
Bunny & the 1369
The Orson Wells, Jumpin Jack Flash, who lit those fires…?
It’s all for you, Down down I bow down…