Free Range 80’s
From the Songs & Stories album · Outlaw country · Explicit lyrics
Demo recording
Produced with AI music tools, not performed by me or a band. The lyrics are mine, and a live version with real musicians is the next step.
Unionville, 1985. Seven kids in Speedos, skateboards out of Yogi's cave, and a werewolf movie that sent a nine-year-old running into the night. Scraped knees, one bully who grabbed the wrong sneaker, and a generation of latchkey kids toughened up for life.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Seven little dudes in Speedos, in eighty-five,
Fences and Fang the Great Dane the only things in their way.
Them free-range eighties made ’em all a little tougher,
Wear'n tear'n character, kinda made each other.
Verse 2
The Rascals came laughin’ outta Yogi’s cave,
Dropped on their boards, jibbin’ curbs all day.
Streetlight kids with them scraped-up knees,
Wear'n tear'n character, kinda made each other.
Chorus
Unionville, like a thousand other towns,
Then again, unlike any other one.
Those days are gone, but the memories remain,
Scrapes'n scars made whom we eventually became.
Verse 3
American Werewolf was the film that night,
Nine years old, in pyjamas, wasn’t feeling quite right.
Leapt from his skin, out the door, into the night,
Wear'n tear'n character, kinda made each other.
Bridge
He came a chasin, and caught me at my door,
Grabbed hold of my sneaker, the bugger wouldn't let go.
Wound up I did and socked Robbie in the eye,
Never bullied me again, that little mother fucker.
Outro
Lookin' back on that time we owned,
Never repeated, once and then gone.
Mom and Dad, Nicole and me,
Much love for those kids with them scraped-up knees.
