Born in 1920, Waukegan, Illinois
A little boy, who read books from out the past with
War of the Worlds, the Time Machine
Warlord of Mars, that would influence his future creating classics
Gone to school, he would write and let his talents dwell
He wore them coke bottle glasses, couldn’t see it well
And on a typewriter, he let his fingers, tell
A story ’bout a fireman, when the heat would swell
He taught me to read sci fi, and treasure that
And to fight against censorship, never that
And he showed me what dystopia meant, better that
We living in the world we should want, let’s get it back
And though heroes must die, and though their stories may last
I know that reading class, never was half as fun
Except when Mr. Bradbury was a part of that
Rest in peace, now your story is done…
Hook:
And he taught me to look straight in the sunrays
And he taught me that we’d see space one day
And if this is how I’m spending my sunny days
Reading a book under the shade, then time, I’m never gonna waste
And if science is fiction, then fiction is fact
And then the future’s still intact with these tomes from the past
And even though his life is done
I will keep the stories safe
Fahrenheit 451
Verse 2:
And the rockets took off, and gave Ohio the summer
And we watched Ylla trapped with her husband, one of
Many people whose thoughts they could hear coming
The Martians slowly changed their ways
Until they seemed more like human beings, running
From the cops, cuz he demanded something
Paying his tax dollars with the rocket engines rumbling
I see the shine
And the moon be still as bright, when at night
We see the future through eyes of a man who summoned imagination bubbling
Children on the veldt, the priests sent missionaries for Martians
Time Travel Inc. helped you escape hardship
On no particular night or morning, the City smoking
As The Visitor quarantined, to keep him from provoking
The imagination wild, that’s where we see our minds
In the pages we find, and dog ears folded inside
Rest in peace, that last mission to outer space
We’ll keep the books safe, keep them in a dry place
[Hook]
A little boy, who read books from out the past with
War of the Worlds, the Time Machine
Warlord of Mars, that would influence his future creating classics
Gone to school, he would write and let his talents dwell
He wore them coke bottle glasses, couldn’t see it well
And on a typewriter, he let his fingers, tell
A story ’bout a fireman, when the heat would swell
He taught me to read sci fi, and treasure that
And to fight against censorship, never that
And he showed me what dystopia meant, better that
We living in the world we should want, let’s get it back
And though heroes must die, and though their stories may last
I know that reading class, never was half as fun
Except when Mr. Bradbury was a part of that
Rest in peace, now your story is done…
Hook:
And he taught me to look straight in the sunrays
And he taught me that we’d see space one day
And if this is how I’m spending my sunny days
Reading a book under the shade, then time, I’m never gonna waste
And if science is fiction, then fiction is fact
And then the future’s still intact with these tomes from the past
And even though his life is done
I will keep the stories safe
Fahrenheit 451
Verse 2:
And the rockets took off, and gave Ohio the summer
And we watched Ylla trapped with her husband, one of
Many people whose thoughts they could hear coming
The Martians slowly changed their ways
Until they seemed more like human beings, running
From the cops, cuz he demanded something
Paying his tax dollars with the rocket engines rumbling
I see the shine
And the moon be still as bright, when at night
We see the future through eyes of a man who summoned imagination bubbling
Children on the veldt, the priests sent missionaries for Martians
Time Travel Inc. helped you escape hardship
On no particular night or morning, the City smoking
As The Visitor quarantined, to keep him from provoking
The imagination wild, that’s where we see our minds
In the pages we find, and dog ears folded inside
Rest in peace, that last mission to outer space
We’ll keep the books safe, keep them in a dry place
[Hook]
( Adam WarRock )
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