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Written and recorded January 13, 2022

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A boy of his time I was happening
I was the future of the future of now
The demographicists had their golden eye on me
Everywhere I went they ran to take a bow

But then the Radio Shack became a Halloween store
The guitar magazines ain’t really selling anymore
And a bank I never heard of stole the baseball park
The channels I loved all went dark
When I wasn’t looking

With pegs on the axles and grease on the chain
I could get across the tracks in no time at all
With the right mix in the walkman I could roll all day
I would jump back up from the bloodiest fall

But then the Radio Shack became a Halloween store
The guitar magazines ain’t really selling anymore
The joints I never noticed start to stiffen and fade
I grew a little extra at the core
When I wasn’t looking

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from TRACK SABBATH, Vol. 3: Ten For Ten, released February 4, 2022

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Packy Lundholm Chicago, Illinois

Chicago musician/producer/songwriter occasionally makes his own records and puts 'em right here

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