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Bloomington, IN
02:58
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Thought we’d stay just a little while
So after all this time I can’t help but smile
Planned to hang around a couple years at most
Then light for either coast
Something happened I could not have foreseen
My eyes opened and this town began to grow on me
My shoes grew roots slowly by degree
And in the end
I fell in love with Bloomington, IN
Yes I fell in love with Bloomington, IN
All along the B-line trail
See so many faces I know it never fails
Late night on the courthouse square
Maybe grab a bite, I’ll meet you there
I never imagined I would settle in this place
But somehow I’ve fallen into its welcoming embrace
An unlikely refuge from the never-ending chase
So once again
I’m in love with Bloomington, IN
Yes I’m in love with Bloomington, IN
My mind’s at peace when I walk the open streets
Or circle ‘round the fields of Bryan Park
My heart’s at ease in the Indiana breeze
As the leaves begin to turn and fall
Now this town is the place that I call home
No longer restless no more need to roam
Finally at rest and not alone
I’m glad to spend
My time in Bloomington, IN
I love you Bloomington, IN
Yes I fell in love with Bloomington, IN
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Bryan Park
02:42
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Walking around Bryan Park
One last time before it gets dark
There go the daddies
With kids on their shoulders
Moms jogging with babies in strollers
There’s a guy with a telescope
Couple kids walking
On a slack line tight rope
Bunch of dudes playing
Hoops on the black top
Man with dreads selling Rasta Pops
Looking so fine in her greenery
Can’t help but admiring the scenery
At Bryan Park
Hoola hoop girls swiveling their hips
Kids at the pool going for a dip
Team doing battle at ultimate frisbee
Dogs circling each other
Getting tangled and twisty
Lovers stealing kisses
‘Neath a shady tree
Music in the park
Sunday night for free
Little Leaguers circling the bases
Spend a little time there
And you’ll recognize the faces
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When there’s snow on the ground
We slide on down
When snow melts away
Once again it’s time to play
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College Town
02:30
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B-L-O-O-M-I-N-G-T-O-N
Come on down to our
C-O-L-L-E-G-E-T-O-W-N
College town
Way back in the hills of Southern Indiana
Is a town that swings like the Copacabana
We dig our basketball at Assembly Hall
Get a b-ball fix from a corner booth at Nicks
From the Limestone fest to the Little 5
Bloomington, IN’s a great place to be alive
Maybe catch a show at the Buskirk Chum
Enjoy a Blueboy treat when the day is done
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You can take a stroll down the B-Line Trail
Later hit the Lion for a tasty cocktail
Take a tour of campus through the Sample Gates
What are you waiting for there’s no need to hesitate
Bryan Park’s a great place to see and be seen
So’s the Bishop and the Bluebird
And everything in between
If you wanna get up on the Btown scene
You can read all about it in Bloom Magazine
Chorus
We got doctors and dancers
And teachers and musicians
Celebrated chefs getting busy in the kitchen
Every single autumn comes the Lotus Fest
We don’t like to brag but we truly feel blessed to live in
Chorus
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Fish on the Dome
02:48
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In a place called Bloomington
In the rain and in the sun
Way up high on a great big pole
Is a creature that we like to call
The fish on the dome
Watching over us all wherever we roam
Look up there and you’ll see him
The fish on the dome
The fish on the dome
Many years ago
A prehistoric shallow sea
Covered up the land maybe
That’s how the fish came to be
Or more likely he
Swam in from far away
Took up his lofty perch
Now he’s here to stay
Chorus
Late at night when everybody’s sleeping
The fish on the dome is busy dreaming
‘Bout the rivers lakes and oceans
He’d love to explore
Then he wakes and remembers
What he crawled up the shore for
Chorus
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Indiana Limestone
02:47
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So smooth and cool to the touch
At first glance it might not look like much
Just a rock from a hole in the ground
Local quarry in a small town
But nothing could be further from the truth
This state stone is proof
Indiana Limestone
Straight from Bedford
Indiana Limestone
Helped rebuild after the Great Chicago Fire
Raised up the Empire State
Worth its weight
In calcium carbonate
Graces the faces of so many buildings
In this town of ours
Though the miners have
Laid to rest the quarry yards
Best known today from Breaking Away
Not much left to say
Yet all around us the stone goes on
It’ll still be here when we’re gone
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You can chip and chisel it down
You can make it angular or round
You can bury it back underground
Just never forget That we owe a debt
Chorus
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Kirkwood Avenue
03:19
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The sun scratched away
At the gloom through the haze
That gave way to reveal the true
Blue of a sky that defied the eye
And went straight to the brain
As I made my way
By the end of the day
No more debts to pay
Yet no way to dissolve the glue
That binds and confines us
And tries to spellbind us
As we walk along Kirkwood Avenue
They say seasick sailors
Sang lovesick songs
For lovers who’d faded from view
When I’m feeling lost
Star-crossed tempest tossed
Bones cold covered in frost
My heart is embossed
With loneliness I can’t undo
I step outside to embrace the
High tide coming through
On Kirkwood Avenue
The old courthouse throws a shadow
Carelessly down to the ground
Where I pick it up turn it around
Now I’m of a mind to take some time
To think things through
Speak without sound
Still casting around
For a burial mound
Or a ship run aground
To lay down what I’ve found to be untrue
Time is so blind no it can’t see
From my point of view
On Kirkwood Avenue
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Lake Monroe
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I took a boat to the middle of Lake Monroe
When the wind began to blow
I raised a sail to meet the breeze
Now I’m no sailor but I know a thing or two
About the high tides of the heart
And current coming through
Please please please if you find me
Washed up on the beach don’t throw me back
I’m just trying to reach beyond the reeds
Waters weeping out on Lake Monroe
Houseboats moving slow
Gliding through the gloom into a cove
I took one final sip and saw my rations running low
So I dove
Overhead the sky was an ocean of dust
Down below the bed was a ruptured crust
On either side the pines bent forward to listen in
In my veins the blood struggled back
To once again begin
Down in my boat out somewhere on Lake Monroe
I clutched the oars with no hope of letting go
The wind had given notice and quit and hour before
The only way to reach the shore
Was through the motion of the oars
Please please please when you find me
Drifting with the wind throw me a rope
So I may find my way back home
So I may find my way back home
So I may find my way back home
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Love on the B-Line
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Once when I was walking
Down the B-Line Trail
I heard a little voice inside me
That said to look behind me
That’s when I saw her
And my heart began to sail
Up into the stratosphere
I had to tell her how I feel
I was so bold I took
Her little hand in mine
She said “My name’s Florita”
I said “I’m pleased to meet ya”
I look into her eyes and
Asked her if she’d be so kind
To take a stroll with me
Down along the B-Line
We kept walking till the
Sun began to set
I said I liked her smile
And we talked for quite a while
I kissed her by the Showers building
I was in her debt
For returning my affection
Even though we’d just met
Today we’re oh so fine
And I’m glad I availed
Myself of her company
I love her abundantly
I know our happiness
Will never grow stale
That’s the story of how we found
Love along the B-Line Trail
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Sample Gates
02:01
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I’m just standing ‘round
Waiting by the Sample Gates
Said you’d meet at 7
But you’re running late
Check the time but it does no good
It’s already quarter to eight
I’m stuck here waiting for you
By the Sample Gates
Well maybe you’re hiding
In the shadows in Dunn’s Woods
Or running ‘round the IMU
Up to no good
I’ve checked every floor in Ballentine
You’re breaking my heart
And don’t seem to mind
But I won’t hold it against you
Even though I should
I checked Ashton, Eigenmann
Teter Wright and Briscoe
McNutt Collins Foster Forest
Read and finally Rose
I never got you to show
Back where I started
Lonely by the Sample Gates
No more tears to shed
I’m resigned to my fate
But now who’s that
Coming down Kirkwood Ave
My heart begins to race
You finally appear to meet me
At the Sample Gates
I guess I had the wrong time
Or maybe you got lost
I really don’t care
Because you’re finally here
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The Ballad of Bobby K
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Once there was a man in red
Who taught our boys to play the sacred game
Focused on fundamentals
And playing the right way
He was a man of sharp emotion
Did not shy away from letting it be known
While winning may not be everything
Losing cut him to the bone
Three times he climbed the mountain
And reigned over all that he surveyed
But when he came down
And lost the luster off his crown
We hardened our hearts
Against the man in red Bobby K
He threw a chair across the court
To express his discontent
He wished to be buried upside down
To show his critics the extent
Of his disdain for them
And anyone who dared to speak his name
Without a proper measure of respect
And recognition of his fame
He was a man of stature so imposing
But a child in the way that he behaved
So when it was divined to
Remove him from the sideline
We rued the day and sang a sad lament for Bobby K
One day he disappeared
Where he went to nobody knows
Some say he ended up in Texas
Working the rodeo
I’ve heard it said he might be dead
But in my bones I know it isn’t so
If you listen close
You can hear calling from the radio
The legend will long outlive the man
As long as there are those who bow and pray
To the idol of defiance that he built to blind us
To the sins and sorrows of the man in red Bobby K
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Jeremy Shere Bloomington, Indiana
I've been writing songs for more than 20 years, trying my best to make them fun, catchy, memorable, and
meaningful.
I know I may never reach the heights of my songwriting heroes--The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, Gordon Lightfoot, Fountains of Wayne, Elvis Costello, and Jack White, to name only a few--but I keep trying. Thanks for checking out my online home, and I hope you enjoy the tunes.
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