From the recording White Picket Fence
A walk down a deserted beach brings back the memories of a time of teenager freedom. When different music came from transistor radios sitting on blankets started a young man on a life's journey that is still going. The magic of that time is captured so clearly here, you can smell the cotton candy meshed with the tide
Lyrics
Yesterday's Boulevard
Words and Music by Frank Barter
The ocean sat blue from a distance
The carnival rides sent their souls to me
The bandstand rocked on with a vengeance
And teenagers learned to be free
Chorus:
Oh those time how I see them in my mind
As I walk this long and lonely beach
Oh those time how I see them in my mind
I hold them within my reach
Penny arcades sat on the sidewalk
A salty smell floated down the alley
Pretty girls drenched in sun and music
All pushed up against the crescent beach
Chorus:
Oh those time how I see them in my mind
As I walk this long and lonely beach
Oh those time how I see them in my mind
I hold them within my reach
Under the boulevard lights
I could steal the summer night
I took it an slipped away without a trace
Under the boulevard lights
I could steal the summer night
A child's first taste of living grace
Under the boulevard lights
I could steal the summer night
A child's first taste of living grace
© Frank Barter Music Publishing (ASCAP)
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