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Kat Eaton
by Gary E. Andrews - 09/27/25 11:51 PM
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LUNARTIC
by Ken Randall - 09/27/25 04:12 AM
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Kat Deeds
by Gary E. Andrews - 09/26/25 12:52 AM
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Kat Deeds
by Gary E. Andrews - 09/26/25 12:50 AM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB-JoyKGECwI remember the bright melody of it's chimes, As kids hollered, "Hey mom, got some nickels or dimes," Then that white knight on wheels, decal plastered, Drove s l o w l y, Bringing sweet, icy treats, thirsty children found holy, . In lopsided runs with coins clenched in their hands, They came gazing at the pictures, And yelled their demands, "Gimme Fudgesicles or an Orange Pushup," they'd scream, As their cash went clink-clank in his coin-change machine Chorus-- If there's any place at all that I'd rather be, it's back in that summer of '63, shaking my piggy bank for a nickel or two, and sharing a sweet orange creamsicle with you. Back when he'd grab that door with the big, metal latch, icy mists from it poured as he opened the hatch, Each child's eyes grew as sharp, as a prowling young fox is, as he reached deep inside, and he rustled those boxes, . Then he'd pull out a brightly wrapped, treat-on-a-stick, that was grabbed, and was gone, .........like the kid, Oh, so quick! To the shade of a tree, where they'd soon meditate, on the sugary taste of the ice cream they ate, Bridge-Ice cream truck music . Then the white truck into summer's heat, L u m b e r e d o n Leaving pleasurable chills, in the places it'd gone. Chorus- Though I'm much older now I am wishing at times, That once more I could hear the bright sound of its chimes, running ageless once more, back through fond memories, for a chocolatey fudgesicle under a tree, for a choclatey Fudgesicle.... under a tree. ===========================MFB III Productions ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
Last edited by MFB III; 10/26/10 12:12 AM.
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Man, that brings back memories - the truck in our neighborhood looked just like that except it was orange instead of blue...
Very cool lyric and nice delivery too - you've got the right voice for that kind of song.
First one of yours I've listened to so forgive me if this ground has already been covered. Is all your stuff acapela?
Scott
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Hey Scott, thanks for the ear...no most of my stuff is accompanied by guitar, at least what I am able to play, I am basically sorting through 300 songs or so, and over 4,000 prospects and trying out music and then working on the chords. So yeah I do post a lot that is acapella as well. But either way I appreciate your listening and enjoyment of the song~~~MFB III
Last edited by MFB III; 10/26/10 03:11 AM.
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