Basement Days Songtext
von Mark Erelli

Timmy played bass and his brother had a Mexican Strat
I was on drums and couldn′t find the one but I only sang a little flat
Fake wood paneling, linoleum floor
Pillow stuffed under the upstairs door
Trying to learn a few chords and start a band

Take me back to those basement days
"Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
"Pinball Wizard" and "Born To Run"
"I Can't Get No Satisfaction"

We were lost in the music down in that room
It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
You can burn out or fade away
But you can′t go back to those basement days

We learned enough songs and we thought that it sounded alright
So we rented out a local church basement on a Saturday night
All our friends were there we were living the dream
'Til the fire marshal arrived on scene
And pulled the plug 'cause we set off the alarm with our dry ice machine


Take me back to those basement days
"Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
"Whipping Post" and "Aqualung"
"I Can′t Get No Satisfaction"

We were lost in the music down in that room
It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
You can burn out or fade away
But you can′t go back to those basement days

Give me one more shot at 16 years old
Back when I still believed that rock n' roll
Could save my soul

Now Timmy′s in computers and his brother is a lawyer I hear
Who'd have guessed I′d be the one still crazy after all these years
But it only comes in flashes every now and again
I get a little taste of how it was back then
And it keeps me going every time I feel like packing it in

Take me back to those basement days
"Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze"
"Sugar Magnolia," "Here Comes The Sun"
I still know every word to "Comfortably Numb"


We were lost in the music down in that room
It might as well have been the dark side of the moon
You can burn out or fade away
But you can't go back to those basement days