{"id":1415,"date":"2010-11-12T10:33:07","date_gmt":"2010-11-12T15:33:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/?p=1415"},"modified":"2010-11-12T10:33:07","modified_gmt":"2010-11-12T15:33:07","slug":"nostalgia-from-the-old-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/2010\/11\/12\/nostalgia-from-the-old-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Nostalgia from the old man"},"content":{"rendered":"

The lost land of innocence<\/p>\n

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
\nBefore the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
\nThere lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,<\/p>\n

For Ike was in the\u00a0White House\u00a0in that land where we were born,
\nWhere navels were for oranges, and\u00a0\u00a0Peyton Place\u00a0was porn.<\/p>\n

We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
\nWe spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn..<\/p>\n

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
\nAnd\u00a0Eddie Fisher\u00a0married Liz , and no one’s seen him since.<\/p>\n

We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
\nAnd cried for\u00a0Buddy Holly\u00a0in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
\nAnd only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney .<\/p>\n

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
\nA boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me , \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

We fell for\u00a0Frankie Avalon\u00a0, Annette was oh, so nice,
\nAnd when they made a movie, they never made it twice..<\/p>\n

We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
\nOr Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.<\/p>\n

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
\nAnd Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.<\/p>\n

We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a\u00a0Mr. T,
\nAnd Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.
\nWe had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
\nAt least not\u00a0Bobby Darin, or\u00a0Marilyn Monroe.<\/p>\n

For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
\nAnd\u00a0Elvis\u00a0was forever in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
\nAnd Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.<\/p>\n

And\u00a0Beatles\u00a0lived in gardens then, and\u00a0Monkees\u00a0lived in trees,
\nMadonna\u00a0was Mary in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
\nAnd babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.<\/p>\n

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
\nAnd dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
\nAnd microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.<\/p>\n

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
\nAnd rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
\nAnd bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.<\/p>\n

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
\nAnd Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no\u00a0Hill Street Blues,
\nWe had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
\nOr prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me , \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
\nAnd fish were not called Wanda , and cats were not called Bill.<\/p>\n

And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
\nAnd ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, \u00a0 Me.<\/p>\n

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
\nAnd now instead of\u00a0Maybelline\u00a0we swear by Retin-A.
\nThey send us invitations to join AARP,
\nWe’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.<\/p>\n

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
\nAnd wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.
\nAnd we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
\nLong ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The lost land of innocence Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me, For Ike was in the\u00a0White House\u00a0in that land where we were born, Where navels were for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1415"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1415"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1415\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1416,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1415\/revisions\/1416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1415"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1415"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1415"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}