Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christopher Conlin Armes
Vocals
Eric Davis
Guitar
Greg Schneider
Electric Bass Guitar
Mike Levinson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Conlin Armes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Agent 51
Producer
Eric Dalton
Producer
Lyrics
Summer Streets 84-94
Low roar, soft thwack of a skateboard
Team meeting on the corner to coordinate
Set the day's misadventure with a mixtape
A group of riders 6 wide in the heat
Sk8 or die was the cry - Matt Hensley was king
Seemed like the whole world was ours
BMX bikes, fist fights, and passing cars
Every road had a curb for a skater
And every girl was a garden in a bomb crater
My 80s heart pumped neon blood
Sprayed painted on a stop sign: Power of Love
Ya had to get a little crazy with no internet
Living room forts and Cardboard spaceships
We took a few good beatings off and on
Can't really say if it was right or wrong
Climbin' cliffs burnin' day into night
Bomb the hill, trail of sparks in the twilight
These memories are burned deep in my heart
Like the Poway sun blasts cracks in the asphalt
Pictures hangin' off the wars we'd won
Hilltop hangs where our dreams were spun
Streetlights on time to go home
But us East Street kids we were never alone
When we were all together side by side
Every night a story every day a ride
We raced our hearts to stars and distant lands
Left with the sand slipping through my hands
When we were all together
Yesterday I saw a Green Day sticker on a Hatchback
A little voice said don't look back
I took a walk just to see if it was still there
Sat down on the curb and just stared
Been 20 years since I rounded this turn
I think I see some old wax on the curb
It's so unreal how far apart we've gone
Since we were all circled up right here in the sun
Today the street's even less than a ghost town
No sound no kids runnin' around
At least we had a little fun before the ending
Before people flew planes into buildings
Those days are gone but I'm glad it was me
There was som'n pretty magical about that street
In every sidewalk, in every tree
The heart of that kid still beats in me
When we were all together side by side
Every night a story every day a ride
We raced our hearts to stars and distant lands
Left with the sand slipping through my hands
When we were all together
When we were all together
When we were all together
When we were all together
Written by: Christopher Conlin Armes