Posts Tagged ‘nostalgia’

Played Out Retromania

January 16, 2026

We wrote down recipes 
And kept em in a box
Magic and Stockton
Had really long socks

Retromania
Boomer egomania
Singing in the rainia
On a plain in Spainia


The olden days
We're golden days
Bless those vintage bygone ways

Time to break the chainia
Pour it down the drainia
Before we go insania
With played out retromania


We sang some happy true songs
And broken-hearted blue songs
Now it's time for new songs

Time to break the chainia
Pour it down the drainia
Before we go insania
With played out retromania


by Richard W. Bray

An Old Car with a Good Paintjob

December 11, 2013

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Lord, give me a Mustang
Or a GTO
With some big chrome bumpers
I’ll be ready to go
I’ll take a Sixty-Eight Charger
Or an Oldsmobile
With no power nothing
And some big rubber wheels

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Lord, give me a pickup
With a three on the tree
With my buddies in back
Like it’s supposed to be
I’ll take red Firebird
Or a Dodge Daytona
We’ll be haulin some ass
From here to Pomona

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

Don’t need a big piece of plastic
With fuel injection
Don’t need no unibody frame
For my protection
Just want an AM/FM
With all transistors
I’ll be hittin the road
Till my butt gets blisters

I want an old car with a good paintjob
A big solid hunk of American steel
I want an old car with a good paintjob
Take me back to a time when things were real

by Richard W. Bray

Remembrances

September 5, 2010

Remembrances

I’m too big for the baby bars
On the jungle gym
I’m too old to make mudpies
With my little brother Tim

I no longer have tea parties
With imaginary friends
One must give up silliness
When early childhood ends

I retired my blue blanket
It was tattered, worn, and torn
And it made me look so foolish
Like some kid who’d just been born

My rubber ducky’s in the trash
I’ve started taking showers
Now I’m texting all my friends
On the phone for hours

I miss those carefree days
When a kid could be a kid
Sometimes I reminisce
About all the things I did

by Richard W. Bray