tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68808058643403032622023-06-20T06:10:20.931-07:00Fairfax1969SWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880805864340303262.post-71422841153907412772009-03-29T15:27:00.001-07:002009-03-29T15:27:26.505-07:00Bye, Bye, Fairfax High<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzODM2NTU4NjY1NiZwdD*xMjM4MzY1NjI2MjgxJnA9MjcwODEmZD1taW5pX211c2ljX3BsYXllcl9maXJzdF9nZW4mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PQ==.gif" /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/13/widgetPlayerMini.swf?emailPlaylist=artist_412339&backgroundcolor=FB0909&font_color=FBB809&posted_by=artist_412339&shuffle=&autoPlay=false" height="83" width="262" > </embed><br/><a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/13/412339/Artist/412339/Artist/link"><img alt="fairfax1969" border="0" height="12" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/content/13/footer.png" width="262" /></a><br/><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/13/artist_412339/artist_412339/t.gif"/><a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"><img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/></a>SWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880805864340303262.post-89169971463745810432009-03-29T14:19:00.000-07:002009-03-29T15:21:56.154-07:00LyricsLong long time ago<br />I can still remember what my life was like in '69<br />Whenever I would get the chance<br />I’d put on my bell-bottom pants<br />And stroll down Melrose Avenue in style.<br /><br />The school year started in September<br />Now it’s June and I remember<br />Three long years of learning<br />Our pages all were turning<br /><br />I still remember how we laughed<br />As we gathered all those autographs<br />Of classmates, faculty, and staff<br />That day in ‘69.<br /><br />So bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....<br /><br />Did you trash my book of math?<br />I will sure incur Ms. Wunch’s wrath<br />Stegelmeier told me so<br />Now were you out diggin’ rock and roll<br />When you should be reading Edgar Poe?<br />Mister Mingo’s gonna zing you, this I know<br /><br />Well I know that you’ve been cutting class<br />Cos you missed the Tijuana Brass<br />Herb Alpert came and played<br />When we were back in the tenth grade<br /><br />I was a horny teenage Cavalier<br />Looking for a Delta to help me clear<br />My teen complexion from ear to ear<br />The days at Fairfax High<br /><br />(We were singing)<br />Bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />Love the smell of Canter’s Deli and pastrami on rye<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....<br /><br />Now for two score we’ve been on our own<br />And I grew fat while you got stoned, but<br />It wasn’t really all that bad<br />Well my knees are stiff, and my back is sore<br />And I don’t get out much any more<br />And I can’t recall the last good sex I had<br /><br />But I think I’ll still recall your names<br />Though the girls Botox and the guys Rogaine<br />Who sent this crap to me?<br />Oh, it’s from the Double - A - R - P<br /><br />And back at Fairfax High we sucked at sports<br />With names like Berg, Levine and Schwartz<br />But we kicked ass on book reports<br />The days at Fairfax High<br /><br />(We were singing)<br />Bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />Let’s go park at Farmers Market after dark you know why<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin’ 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....<br /><br />Spector, Decca, Peppers, Elektra<br />Meet me at Nortie's or Aron Records<br />Forty-fives for eighty-eight...<br />Cents, at last we got our finals done<br />Now let’s get some vinyl spun<br />For a "Lovely Kind of Groove," I just can’t wait<br /><br />Spent my summers at the Teen-age Fair<br />And we Aquarians Aged, and lost our "Hair"<br />Enter the Fifth Dimension<br />But you were still in detention<br /><br />And then the FM dial had just begun<br />There was no 101.1<br />But we had "Fun, Fun, Fun" in the "Warmth of the Sun"<br />Way back in Fairfax High<br /><br />(We were singing)<br />Bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />I’m a hippie, bet your bippy, Mr. Zippy got high<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....<br /><br />I read the news today, oh boy<br />Some made me blue, some gave me joy<br />Seems the more things change, the more they stay the same<br />We sharpened our survival tools<br />Attending middle and high schools<br />And the teachers showed us how to play the game<br /><br />Today it’s different, or it isn’t<br />The "Days of Future Passed" are present<br />Higher education<br />Talkin' 'bout My G-G-Generation<br /><br />C - O, C - O, C - O - L - O....<br />N - I, N - I, N - I - A - L....<br />I think I hear that recess bell<br />From back at Fairfax High<br /><br />So bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days have gone by....<br /><br />(Everybody)<br />Bye, bye, Fairfax High<br />We had fun and now it’s done but still the memories survive<br />As girls and boys, we had the times of our lives<br />Thinkin' 'bout the days at old Fairfax High<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You may leave a comment or memory here:</span></em>SWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880805864340303262.post-23161828925223787612009-03-21T23:25:00.000-07:002009-03-29T15:13:52.035-07:00It was forty years ago today...Okay. Dim the lights, light a candle, and pour yourself a cocktail. Make sure your volume is on, sit back, and click on the above.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">You may leave a comment or memory here:</span></em>SWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156845895466149771noreply@blogger.com4