{"id":136,"date":"2016-10-05T02:45:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T01:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/childhood-street\/"},"modified":"2016-10-05T02:45:00","modified_gmt":"2016-10-05T01:45:00","slug":"childhood-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/childhood-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Childhood Street"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: arial\"><b><span>CHILDHOOD STREET<\/span><\/b><br \/>\n<span>\u00a9Trev Teasdel, Coventry October 1968<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Pavements are cracked<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chimney&#8217;s unstacked.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Lawns unmowed by windows<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Where lights once glowed.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Lamposts have collapsed<\/span><br \/>\n<span>And time has elapsed.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<i><span>Oh the street of my childhood<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>Is a street full of black mud<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>And fallen is the house in which I grew<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>With my parents and people I once knew.<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Of the familiar scenes<\/span><br \/>\n<span>That filled my dreams<\/span><br \/>\n<span>All that remains<\/span><br \/>\n<span>are the bricks and the beams.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>I&#8217;m feeling so lost<\/span><br \/>\n<span>My mind&#8217;s being tossed<\/span><br \/>\n<span>from end to end<\/span><br \/>\n<span>as present and past try to blend.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Where cars once drove<\/span><br \/>\n<span>and folks once strove<\/span><br \/>\n<span>To keep a family alive<\/span><br \/>\n<span>is but now a dark and dismal sight.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Hiding its fallen face from the light.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Like an empty shell upon the shore<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Childhood street won&#8217;t live no more<\/span><br \/>\n<span>&#8216;cept within my dreams.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CHILDHOOD STREET \u00a9Trev Teasdel, Coventry October 1968 Pavements are cracked Chimney&#8217;s unstacked. Lawns unmowed by windows Where lights once glowed. Lamposts have collapsed And time has elapsed. Oh the street of my childhood Is a street full of black mud &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/childhood-street\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}