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National Myths
Song (1993), from Tornadoes
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I was born in August 1963

Just as JFK ramped up his presidency

Yeah I remember it all like it was yesterday

And I knew then all the things we lost when he went away

 

Now it's one of those national myths

That fathers tell their sons and daughters

Just a check on a tragical list

Of things that stir the calm, clear waters

 

Pretty soon it was barely 1971

I found myself the eldest son of the eldest son

And when we heard his father finally slipped away

I thought of all the things they might have forgot to say

 

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Oh, what a fantasy

Wondering what might have been

Passing the time

 

Next thing I remember I was thirteen

Spending every Saturday with the little screen

Dreaming about the stars, counting the grains of sand

And getting all my kicks from American Bandstand

 

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One day I woke up and I was 25

Hadn't had much trouble, managed to stay alive

I never quite figured out what we lost in '63

Was it all of our hopes or just a piece of our dignity?

 

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Words and Music by Rick Prescott
Copyright © & Ⓟ 1993 Lowell H. Prescott. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.