A throwback classic, high school fling THANKS DADDio
For the first time in forever, there’s a reason to live & survive on Earth as long as love grows
Feeling the rhythm & rockin’ hard with the beats, I only appear to be crazy, only God knows
You will never hear the End comin’ until it’s too near to escape to the dark cave place rock
Peaches in my pie are fine, a la mode if you don’t mind then I’ll spill the beans on the block.
In prison forever, I lost the ability to follow direct orders, so I shot the sheriff not the deputy
Opened up a can of worms with an infinite multiplication of their rich, dirt of the Big Muddy
Knowledge is power and wisdom is the reservoir for possible reactions to all causes aloft
Coming out of nowhere and right in front and in back of wherever you will be, 4 aces soft.
Moment of unplanned passion came out of nowhere, older young lady screwed my daddy
Here I am, born before the 5 others and left Chitown before the 5 others, it had to be free
My freedom needs to be free 24/7/365 & there’s no restrictions on me from anybody, see?
Mental and physical in the package, wrapped or stripped naked as a j-bird, all but ratty.
Fading away before or after midnight, either way the conscious mind ensconced in a mold
Of Jello and cream cheese with a cherry atop, reason and rhyme can’t affix the meek & bold
Walkin’ & runnin’ down the whole show, inherited from boys who lived in the good ol’ days
I dreamed of bein’ the next break too, damn straight way back when, it was a happy play.
Since you know it all, don’t get me wrong, comprehend it's essence of a form of ship shape
Underwater submariner walks on hard rocks of Earth as well, Time ain’t all Gilbert Grape
It rolls when we’re havin’ the kicks and fun like back when our moms & dads educated debt
I thank them on my knees from the bottom of my little ol’ heart, thanks media and internet.
Sheriff knew my name back in the days when I roamed Chicago before the Air Force “Wash”
In the end, it’s today & all of that is H2O under the bridge, the good ol’ days where I lived “I”
I wouldn’t change a thing & my deep gratitude won’t ever change, my father’s passion, me
Just a tiny moment please, take me back a second when police knew my name on Wabash.
Battle stations were manned, my soul and spirit got the solid Hip replacement, it’s blown
Internet and media on the people’s broadcast air, paying for the breath to get sucked in Sin
Break it on down in a line or two, you’re already way overdue, gotta get up early, gone fishin’
It’s a solo thing, don’t need a partner to be with above this Earth, me & H2O broken down.
Stayin’ with the jokes explaining the comedy and tragedy of this & that, I miss the goods
Bads too because it taught me that jail & prison ain’t the way to the queens & king’s foods
Breakin’ on the corner of the “Shy” if you know you know, yeah #Chi it’s all about the smoke
Airing a complex full of burnt, smokin’ cannibals as back during Sodom & Gomorrah choke.
Been here, there where you are or where you’re goin, I’ve been everywhere on Earth’s plane
Seven continents of meals eating dead animals and plants for kicks, recycling living pain
Dams built to carry your H2O since you didn’t want to reside downstream by the salty sea
Success. Throwback classic you now know, what it’s like runnin’ the dozens on my fleet.
Nothing special here, no business of mine what you do with your life, disappointment cools
I’m responsible for my personal Karma, I owe what I owe and I’m here to keep it copacetic
Easy riding on bikes’ two wheels Schwinn to Honda, never goin’ back thrown, that’s so sick
Laughin’ at your ass & back off on the grass, my advice, get aged like cow cheese, my rules.
From Peter to James, mankind will survive until extinction gets us back to the good ol’ days
Gold in the hills stays in the hills, pick axe & shovel smashed to extinction’s scrap heap too
Play Station & games of a program to pass Time, wasted like morons & idiots in purple haze
Slow down, check mate, you still got a few moves left in the hole, good ol’ species’ screw.
Hittin’ on my best friend tryin’ to take ‘ away from my side ain’t a capitol idea, breakdowns
Imagine being in your body & not being able to move or talk about what’s going on, clowns
Funny ones and sad ones, takin’ U-turns getting happiness under their belts, happy ending
Last gasp for the gas, you’ll get there before you know it, if you knew when, you’d be singin’.
Sense ain’t made for free, you gotta pay the piper eventually, a necessary condition to be
Thinking when you stopped bein’ a crybaby, everything would change but hell, it’s all good
Nevermore will there be innocence, it’s too late to get back to the good ol’ days, smile wide
Just a memory & reproduction of infinity in finite form, astronauts know right now, “Hide!”
Feeling the rhythm & rockin’ hard with the beats, I only appear to be crazy, only God knows
You will never hear the End comin’ until it’s too near to escape to the dark cave place rock
Peaches in my pie are fine, a la mode if you don’t mind then I’ll spill the beans on the block.
In prison forever, I lost the ability to follow direct orders, so I shot the sheriff not the deputy
Opened up a can of worms with an infinite multiplication of their rich, dirt of the Big Muddy
Knowledge is power and wisdom is the reservoir for possible reactions to all causes aloft
Coming out of nowhere and right in front and in back of wherever you will be, 4 aces soft.
Moment of unplanned passion came out of nowhere, older young lady screwed my daddy
Here I am, born before the 5 others and left Chitown before the 5 others, it had to be free
My freedom needs to be free 24/7/365 & there’s no restrictions on me from anybody, see?
Mental and physical in the package, wrapped or stripped naked as a j-bird, all but ratty.
Fading away before or after midnight, either way the conscious mind ensconced in a mold
Of Jello and cream cheese with a cherry atop, reason and rhyme can’t affix the meek & bold
Walkin’ & runnin’ down the whole show, inherited from boys who lived in the good ol’ days
I dreamed of bein’ the next break too, damn straight way back when, it was a happy play.
Since you know it all, don’t get me wrong, comprehend it's essence of a form of ship shape
Underwater submariner walks on hard rocks of Earth as well, Time ain’t all Gilbert Grape
It rolls when we’re havin’ the kicks and fun like back when our moms & dads educated debt
I thank them on my knees from the bottom of my little ol’ heart, thanks media and internet.
Sheriff knew my name back in the days when I roamed Chicago before the Air Force “Wash”
In the end, it’s today & all of that is H2O under the bridge, the good ol’ days where I lived “I”
I wouldn’t change a thing & my deep gratitude won’t ever change, my father’s passion, me
Just a tiny moment please, take me back a second when police knew my name on Wabash.
Battle stations were manned, my soul and spirit got the solid Hip replacement, it’s blown
Internet and media on the people’s broadcast air, paying for the breath to get sucked in Sin
Break it on down in a line or two, you’re already way overdue, gotta get up early, gone fishin’
It’s a solo thing, don’t need a partner to be with above this Earth, me & H2O broken down.
Stayin’ with the jokes explaining the comedy and tragedy of this & that, I miss the goods
Bads too because it taught me that jail & prison ain’t the way to the queens & king’s foods
Breakin’ on the corner of the “Shy” if you know you know, yeah #Chi it’s all about the smoke
Airing a complex full of burnt, smokin’ cannibals as back during Sodom & Gomorrah choke.
Been here, there where you are or where you’re goin, I’ve been everywhere on Earth’s plane
Seven continents of meals eating dead animals and plants for kicks, recycling living pain
Dams built to carry your H2O since you didn’t want to reside downstream by the salty sea
Success. Throwback classic you now know, what it’s like runnin’ the dozens on my fleet.
Nothing special here, no business of mine what you do with your life, disappointment cools
I’m responsible for my personal Karma, I owe what I owe and I’m here to keep it copacetic
Easy riding on bikes’ two wheels Schwinn to Honda, never goin’ back thrown, that’s so sick
Laughin’ at your ass & back off on the grass, my advice, get aged like cow cheese, my rules.
From Peter to James, mankind will survive until extinction gets us back to the good ol’ days
Gold in the hills stays in the hills, pick axe & shovel smashed to extinction’s scrap heap too
Play Station & games of a program to pass Time, wasted like morons & idiots in purple haze
Slow down, check mate, you still got a few moves left in the hole, good ol’ species’ screw.
Hittin’ on my best friend tryin’ to take ‘ away from my side ain’t a capitol idea, breakdowns
Imagine being in your body & not being able to move or talk about what’s going on, clowns
Funny ones and sad ones, takin’ U-turns getting happiness under their belts, happy ending
Last gasp for the gas, you’ll get there before you know it, if you knew when, you’d be singin’.
Sense ain’t made for free, you gotta pay the piper eventually, a necessary condition to be
Thinking when you stopped bein’ a crybaby, everything would change but hell, it’s all good
Nevermore will there be innocence, it’s too late to get back to the good ol’ days, smile wide
Just a memory & reproduction of infinity in finite form, astronauts know right now, “Hide!”
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 3-1-2026 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Crashed this jam while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOl’Days in a loop, again… on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
STEPHAN-ALFANO FAMILY CIRCA 1957 Anno Domini
{#Throwback classic - when time moved slow as mollasses I, me as I call myself, am the dapper dude on left front row with spats on, my godfather didn’t choose ME to be his flower boy (LOL), but my sister Marie was a flower girl, anyway… Back to the good ol’ days! }
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