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Boomer Ballads: Up On the Roof

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space

On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be
And there the world below can’t bother me
Let me tell you now…

When I come home feelin’ tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat race noise down in the street (up on the roof)

Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let’s go up on the roof (up on the roof)
At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling, you can share it all with me

I keep a-tellin’ you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I’ve found a paradise that’s trouble proof (up on the roof)
And if this world starts getting you down
There’s room enough for two
Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof)
Everything is all right (up on the roof)

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  • jwm June 3, 2020, 9:19 PM

    Almost totally OT…
    Years ago I worked a job on the sixth floor of the Metromedia building in Hollywood. The building has an immense zig-zag steel sculpture on the roof overlooking the 101 Hollywood freeway. The roof access door was usually open, and I used to go up there, climb up on the sculpture, and have coffee and a smoke during my lunch break. It was a great relief from the stress of an office job, and the view was wonderful. One afternoon after finishing up my break I climbed down to go back to work, but found the roof access door was closed and locked. I was stuck up there for over an hour and a half before I was able to get the attention of a security guard in the parking lot. He sent someone up to let me back in. Supervisor was not amused, and I lost an hour’s pay.