Basketball Court

作词 : Tom Scott/Harry Huavi

作曲 : Tom Scott/Harry Huavi

This one here goes to Riversdale park

Avondale

For all the snot nosed kids

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This basketball court tells my life without no more talk

Foot prints still in the floor from where my fours walked

Memories still in my thoughts from back in fourth-form

And chalk still drawn up on the wall for the score-board

And in the breeze

I hear the old wind kicking leaves

As I sit in tree's watching little me sitting three's

I smell the tar still burning in the summer sun

And melting bubblegum mixed with burning rubber from my bikes back tire

Leaving marks in the park

Car park parts had my name carved in in bark

Blood stains remain like my first tattoo

Written in the concrete with a piece of bamboo

And I go back now and again

To get up outta my head

And think about it all the hours I've spent

And I can hear the ball bouncing again

And sometimes I can even here the sound of the net

Like

Just walking through the street

With nothing on our feet

Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5

Sitting in the dark

With the bums in the park

And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night

Chilling by myself

Just me and no one else

Looking at the world from the three-point line

From 3 feet tall

All the way to 24

This basketball court it knows my life

Now as the days flew

This new hoop is where we came to

Same crew

Same old suede's but they were sprayed blue

Same view nothing had changed

Just the chain's new

And the tape played break-loose for us to break to

The same moon went like the core

Every night just like a torch

While the old folks called their kids in from by the porch

And you can tell the ones who grew up here

'Cause they used to gear 'their older brothers

Used to wear like a souvenir

It's like we do a loop

I'm looking at my new recruit

Playing on the same hoop

Where we used to shoot

And now we sit up on the park bench

Sippin' Maß sippin' jack

Where we sat in the days

Pickin' scabs

Sittin' back in the pitch black

As I reminisce on every swish

Missing every shot I ever missed

And I remember still

Ain't forgot it probably never will

The day I beat will 7 nil

Through the street

With nothing on our feet

Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5

Sitting in the dark

With the bums in the park

And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night

Chilling by myself

Just me and no one else

Looking at the world from the three-point line

From 3 feet tall

All the way to 24

This basketball court it knows my life

I went home today

And that court where we'd go to play's

Been bull-dozed away

Now the only stain

From the olden day

Are the marks in the park from the roller blades

And the fingerprints left on the black board

A blank wall and a flat ball

But that's all

There's no more lights

No more fights for who's like Mike

And no games that go all night

There's no more life

I pick up a rock and take a jump shot

That I once got from that one spot

And I remember how it felt being young

As I count

3

2

1

I guess one day we all gotta end the game

I never would of made the NBA anyway

But I'll never let my memory fade

And when ever I play

I re-member the days

Just walking through the street

With nothing on our feet

Just snotty little kids playing 5-on-5

Sitting in the dark

With the bums in the park

And the bottle on the bench on a Friday night

Chilling by myself

Just me and no one else

Looking at the world from the three-point line

From 3 feet tall

All the way to 24

This basketball court it knows my life