Neil Diamond

I’ve always loved this Neil Diamond song since I first heard it many years after it was first released. It is a perfectly condensed expression of nostalgia, the feeling of which anyone under 40 or 50 can’t really identify with. Although Diamond was thinking of Brooklyn, it could be Des Moines, or Pittsburg, or San Antonio, or Omaha—or whatever city or town you grew up in. Originally released in 1968, it reached #58 on the Top 100 charts and is widely available for download. Try Amazon or iTunes, etc.
     —Zimmerman Skyrat,

Brooklyn Roads

If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin’ “Neil, go find your brother—
Daddy’s home and it’s time for supper,
Hurry on”

And I see two boys
Racin’ up two flights of staircase
Squirmin’ into Papa’s embrace
And his whiskers warm on their face
Where’s it gone?
Oh, where’s it gone?

Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
And life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window and looked out on those
Brooklyn roads

I can still recall
Smells of cookin’ in the hallways
Rubbers drying in the doorways
And report cards I was always
Afraid to show

Mama’d come to school
And as I’d sit there softly crying
Teacher’d say, “He’s just not trying—
Got a good head if he’d apply it,
But you know yourself
It’s always somewhere else”

I built me a castle
With dragons and kings
And I’d ride off with them
As I stood by my window and looked out on those
Brooklyn roads

Thought of going back
But all I’d see are strangers’ faces
And all the scars that love erases
But as my mind walks thru those places
I’m wonderin’
What’s come of them

Does some other young boy
Come home to my room
Does he dream what I did
As he stands by my window and looks out on those
Brooklyn roads...
Brooklyn roads...