Song Lyrics - That Old Bar

It’s been years since I was there
And I feel the excitement in the air
I can still see the darkness
And smell the perfume and sprayed-on hair

I remember telling my friend
“I come alive when I walk in here!”
He'd say “That's cuz you’re in your element”
I wondered if that was bad but I didn’t care

I miss that old bar
But it burned to the ground
All our memories are gone
I wonder if they'll ever be found
I miss that old bar
But it makes no sound
All the people are gone
Only our ghosts are still around

We stood on the tables and danced
Laughing and spilling everywhere
The waitresses could hardly serve us
Finally they threw their hands in the air

I miss that old bar
But it burned to the ground
All our memories are gone
I wonder if they’ll ever be found
I miss that old bar
But it makes no sound
All the people are gone
Only our ghosts are still around

I never wanted to go home
Because I knew this day would come
And when the lights came on
I’d think “These times will soon be gone”

I miss that old bar
But it burned to the ground
All our memories are gone
I wonder if they’ll ever be found
I miss that old bar
But it makes no sound
All the people are gone
Only our ghosts are still around

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chspublish 6 years ago from Ireland

I love it when a song tells a story like this one. I can almost hear the music. Do you sing this?


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thanks CHS...

I don't have any music for this... I just wrote the song this morning and well... there it is...


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tammyfrost 5 years ago from Oregon

Thats cool that you write songs.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you tammy... it'd be even cooler if I could get paid... oh well...


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hillrider 5 years ago from Mid-west United States

I saw you had chosen to follow me and while I still wonder why I appreciate the decision. I have written for years but have very little here.

There is a simplicity here that allows the reader to just envision the ideas rather than trying to decipher the meaning of words to create a picture. This fits the theme and keeps the piece in perspective. Since it is my first time reading your work I will stop here and read more before attempting further discussion. Imagine we will run into each other here and there so don't be surprised if I say hello...


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@hillrider - thanks for taking the time to comment... this is an ode to The Greenville Bar & Grill in Dallas, Texas... I had some very happy times partying on the balcony overlooking the band and the bar... great times... I try to be poetic but not too lofty....


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hillrider 5 years ago from Mid-west United States

The comment will be here for everything I read. The input I return will be yours to determine.

I had to re-read your poem because when I saw the comment I hadn't remembered reading of a balcony, or the band, and wondered if perhaps someday you might consider including these aspects into this piece. I have no right to suggest this except these speak of the good times there and perhaps my sense of sadness received from how it affected me isn't what you intended and I have mistaken your intended theme.

My reasons for surmising as I have is that the "chorus" repeats thrice. It's length exceeds the remaining stanza's and the context is of "missing" something. This emoted ideal is what my brain keyed upon. I wasn't able to identify personally with the loss because (IMO) you hadn't yet shared the info that was in the comment.

I have just read this one post and don't presume to know you or your work. My idea can be ignored if you find it without merit. If you would care to discuss it off this page I will send my email and if I can better explain my intent I will. I simply see possibility and wish to help, nothing more. I am sorry if my forwardness has been too bold.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@hillrider - first I don't mind you being "forwerd." It makes me think. This is a fond memory. But the place burned down and that is where the sadness mingles with the happy times. It's as if a part of me died and I wanted to recognize that fact. I'll think about another stanza and have no problem adding to the song. I've done it on other pieces without prompting from anyone.

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