The last Bookstore Composed by Stan Beinstein and Jim Gleason Grilled Weasel Publishing / ascap. All rights reserved When the last bookstore is gone. When the last record store closes It'll all be online and all in your mind. And nothing to smell but the roses When i was a child on line meant the laundry. My heroes were cowboys like Rogers and Autry Now the sun has set on that valiant old west. And silicon valley has stolen our best When the last bookstore is gone. When the last record store closes It'll all be online and all in your mind And nothing to touch but the roses When theres nothing left upon the shelf and all of your storage is inside your self When memory fades it goes back to the vapors. A cloudy existence without any papers Now somethings lost and somethings gained. Too much information will rattle your brain Too much information. Too much for me. Its a wonder we dont all have a d d d So read a real book One you hold in your hand. And see how it feels to get lost in the grand Scheme of a story. Fiction or fact. It wont cost you but time. Itll sure pay you back When the last bookstore is gone. When the last record store closes It'll all be online and all in your mind. And nothing to touch but the roses
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