Underneath The Lucky Mart
George Potor plays acoustic guitar and sings
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Story behind the song
Song 7 in the Croonie narrative, an excavation for the Lucky Mart's Check-A-Croonie Annex yields surprising archaeological finds. What will they discover when do careful analysis? Stay tuned for the 8th song.
Lyrics
1
It was late that Wednesday morning;
The digging had finally begun.
Something they struck eleven feet down;
“Mister Ames, I think you better come.”
They’d broken through a glass ceiling.
“Hey shine that thing over here”
Baby, it was golden, Honey, it was bright
Long before the dust had cleared.
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Underneath the Lucky Mart
Out by where those ruins are
Underneath the Lucky Mart
Tucked inside an ancient jar
2
Down below, row after row,
Terra cotta six feet high.
Hundreds of colors, every hue and shade;
“Open the lids, keep everything dry.”
Thousands of shells, saltwater and fresh,
Oysters and mussels, cockles and clams
Stacked from the largest to smallest in size.
Ready to make their last stand.
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3
Last but not least, all by itself,
Most beautiful jar in the room;
More than a dream you ever could find;
“Croonies, ancient Croonies shining though.”
Owleister proud like always,
But it seemed to be a woman on the face.
The Office of Antiquities
Thought they had been lost without a trace.
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