"Tango Tree" genre: Indie
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	An acoustical song comparing growning up in the 70's with now.
	CD: Tango Tree   Label: Chez Grin Studios Credits: The jerks who ruined it for everyone at the last woodstock in Rome NY
	Story Behind the Song When Woodstock came to Rome NY I rented it through pay preveiw and was overwhelmed at how violent it had become...especially the late night music! I wasn't too surprised for I did go to Saugerties several years before, the year Garcia died to the site of the original Woodstock...I was ao excited to go since I was only nine at the time of the first one and to young to go....anyway that too was an unorganized mess. In the first 10 minutes I was there I saw a young mother back hand her kid...the kid was asking for lunch and couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old. Later that night as my husband and I slept in a tent I feared for my life after a fight broke out right outside with knifves...somehow one of the fighters ended in the backseat of my car (didn't think to lock it ...I was in Woodstock!) Columbine also had alot to do with this song...unfortunatly... Lyrics We stuffed out beds Grabbed our cigarette stash Climbed out lacey curtains In between a laugh Swim a lazy river Lie in the middle of a road Walk a barbed wire fence Bring a bong to load Screw the cap on tight Oh the wilderness of me Boys with secrete pockets Waiting by the tango tree Now young isn't pretty The misguided fall Where did they learn to play so dirty With guns in the halls Watch an angry TV Lie in a super highway Walk the fences of hell now All in one sad day We drove rusted cars down long wooded roads Rocked on back park benches where they hardley ever mow We only hurt ourselves Angels have balls Our hair was our own color cause Hey! There were no malls You race sport utilities down twenty lane highways Rock in stadiums Rapp in digital aracades You got thousand dollar limits When we were all in hock And you burnt down your version Of our old Woodstock Creativity glistens In this time overpoured learn who you are Let your good spirit soar And screw the cap on tight oh the wilderness of me Boys with secret pockets swinging from the Tango Tree

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