Simpler Days – Punch Clock Prophets: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Punch Clock Prophets

Simpler Days

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Simpler Days wurde am 21. November 2025 von Purgatorio Studio als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtEchoes Of The Grind

Songdetails

AlbumEchoes Of The Grind

Veröffentlichungsdatum21. November 2025

LabelPurgatorio Studio

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM89

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Punch Clock Prophets

Punch Clock Prophets

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Punch Clock

Composer

Songtexte

[Intro]

Times are tough these days, I like to think back

[Verse 1 – Playground Memories]

Kickball on the blacktop, chalk lines on the street,

Sun in our faces, sneakers on our feet.

Ice cream truck jingles, coin in my hand,

Trading baseball cards with the neighborhood band.

Skateboards down hills, mixtapes in my bag,

Walkman on, blasting beats that never lag.

Climbing trees, wild dreams, nothing felt wrong,

Every summer felt like it lasted so long.

[Hook – Repeat]

Kickball and chalk lines, summers on repeat,

Ice cream trucks rollin’, flip‑flops on our feet.

Skateboards and mixtapes, laughter in the air,

Those simpler days, no worry, no care.

Now the years fly, but the feeling’s still deep,

I close my eyes and it’s ours to keep.

[Verse 2 – Neighborhood Adventures]

Evenings at the park, streetlights glowin’ bright,

Tag battles and hopscotch ‘til the fall of night.

Sneaking sodas from the corner store’s fridge,

Life felt big even in our little bridge.

Walkie-talkies crackling, coded secrets shared,

Bike chains rusted, but nobody cared.

Every day an adventure, every night a story,

Living like kings in our 80s glory.

[Hook – Repeat]

Kickball and chalk lines, summers on repeat,

Ice cream trucks rollin’, flip‑flops on our feet.

Skateboards and mixtapes, laughter in the air,

Those simpler days, no worry, no care.

Now the years fly, but the feeling’s still deep,

I close my eyes and it’s ours to keep.

[Verse 3 – Pop Culture & Dreams]

Saturday mornings, cartoons on the screen,

He-Man and TMNT, everything in between.

Rubik’s Cubes twisted, neon posters on the wall,

Trapper Keepers, slap bracelets, we had it all.

Arcade lights flicker, Pac-Man in a trance,

Shooting hoops, racing bikes, every kid had a chance.

Life felt electric, imagination ran free,

Every corner of the block had a memory.

[Verse 4 – Contrast & Reflection]

Now it’s push notifications, and scrolling feeds,

Back then we just played outside, no digital needs.

Mixtapes and street games, now replaced by apps,

Still chasing that feeling, wish I could turn back.

Yet when I close my eyes, I can still hear the sound,

Of boom‑boxes and laughter all over the town.

Maybe it’s not gone, maybe it never left,

Those 80s summers—my heart’s clearest breath.

[Hook – Repeat]

Kickball and chalk lines, summers on repeat,

Ice cream trucks rollin’, flip‑flops on our feet.

Skateboards and mixtapes, laughter in the air,

Those simpler days, no worry, no care.

Now the years fly, but the feeling’s still deep,

I close my eyes and it’s ours to keep.

[Verse 5 – Looking Back]

Pagers and neon, the streets all alive,

Every night a new story, every friend a vibe.

No rush, no filter, just pure energy,

Life was a mixtape, our own symphony.

Graffiti tags, BMX spins, that freedom was real,

Every scraped knee and bruise just part of the deal.

We didn’t need much, just laughter and space,

Every summer a masterpiece, every block a place.

[Verse 6 – Closing Reflection]

Now the city moves fast, the skies not as bright,

But in my mind, those days still ignite.

I see the streets, hear the beats, feel the sun,

Remembering the kid I was, and the life we spun.

Maybe the world changed, but those memories stay,

In mixtapes and blacktops, in the games we’d play.

And when I need a break from the noise and the grind,

I close my eyes, go back in time.

[Hook – Final Repeat]

Kickball and chalk lines, summers on repeat,

Ice cream trucks rollin’, flip‑flops on our feet.

Skateboards and mixtapes, laughter in the air,

Those simpler days, no worry, no care.

Now the years fly, but the feeling’s still deep,

I close my eyes and it’s ours to keep.

Boom‑boxes bumpin’, streets alive-

Every corner held magic, more than survive.

Written by: Punch Clock

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