A song about the music, counter-culture and teenage meccas of the early 70's (Those were the days!) Not everyone had to fly to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun...

Lyrics

Tilt-A-Whirl

I used to ride on the Tilt-A-Whirl with Beatrice, midway lights shining in our eyes.
We would panhandle quarters from the fishermen, buy a nickel bag and fries.
Tasty.

We used to stand right in front of the stage, at the dances in the high school gym.
One hundred ten decibels of pure teenage bliss.
Oh, how we wanted him (the drummer in the tight pants).

Those were our days.
8 Tracks, Chevrolets,
Bubblegum, Purple Haze.

We used to cut classes on spring afternoons, hop on the back of a motorcycle and head for the beach.
Kick stand bringing up sparks on the pavement; hold on tight, nothing’s out of reach.
Crazy.

Those were our years.
Beatles, Blood Sweat and Tears,
Keep on Trucking, No Fear.

(Ooh ooh) Those were good times, me and the girls.
(Ahh ha) Just ridin’ the Tilt-A-Whirl.

We used to hang out in the next town on Fridays, greener grass there and boys with long hair.
Hitchin’ on the highway, eclipse of the sun, laughin’ in the darkness at the edge of nowhere .

Those were our days,
8-Tracks, Chevrolets.
We were finding our way,
Me and the girls, changing the world,
On the Tilt-a-Whirl.

MY COLLECTIBLES
© Sharon Lucy Nauss-Hughes