“Richie Allen Weeps”, the song

August 26, 2012

This goes with my new painting.

I like to go to our new ballpark
And watch the young men when they play
But like the wizard of Ozymandias
All this too will pass away

There’s a lot out by the highway
Where a lonely scoreboard stands
Watching over the bull dozers
Realizing civic plans

There used to be a ballpark
is just an old Sinatra song
it’s a sentimental number
the kind that makes you hum along

A ballpark’s only brick and timber
A ballpark’s only rust and mold
It’s not as big as you remember
It’s just a myth that we’ve been sold

The writers tell us it’s a temple
That it’s a pearl of untold price
But they’re just tearing down a ballpark
They ain’t paving paradise

Old boys like me, we get nostalgic
For old times we never knew
When there were Giants in the outfield —
Felipe, Matty, Jay Alou

I remember Sammy Sosa
Hell, I remember Homer Peel
I remember Richie Allen
And I wonder how he’d feel

He’d have no love for that old ballpark
Where he was cursed and booed
For being proud and uppity
For his immodest attitude

Now we all love Richie Allen
We’re sorry that he became Dick
He oughta be in the Hall of Fame
That SOB was a big stick

We ain’t the people of the sixties
We are so much more evolved
We ain’t got strife and racial hatred
Yeah, we got those problems solved

I like to go to our new ballpark
And watch the young men when they play
But like the wizardry of Ozzie Smith
All this too will pass away


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