--------------------- M Y O L D C 6 4 S T R A N G E D T --------------------- I still remember those endless nights, The glow of the screen, pixelated lights. Tapes spinning slow, the code would hum, My Commodore 64, where dreams came from. It was more than a machine, a gateway to the stars, In that tiny room, I traveled so far Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. Games with a joystick, loading for hours, Building my kingdoms, castles, and towers. The BASIC commands, a code to create, You taught me patience, you showed me my fate. Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. And though the years have gone, you’re still here, A relic of my youth, held so dear. The sound of the SID chip, the feel of the keys, A time machine, taking me back with ease. Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. Oh, my old Commodore, you're a part of me, Floppy disks and melodies in 8-bit symphony. My Commodore 64, you'll always remain, A nostalgic echo of youth’s refrain. My Commodore 64, you'll always remain, A nostalgic echo of youth’s refrain. ---------------------------- Copyright by Strangedt Thank you for listening! ----------------------------
