You may have noticed that a lot of cities get contemporary songs written about them. Buffalo, sadly, has been lacking, which is funny for a city which spent the first half of the 20th Century being so prominent. So I decided to write the lyrics for a song about Buffalo’s old guard. This is my first attempt at songwriting ever. Now, I tend to write a lot of dark stuff, and this song is set from the point of view of an older resident of Buffalo who believes that trying to make everything the way it was before the march of progress destroyed the city will restore it to greatness.
No one’s bothered by the cold We’re a guard that’s fighty and old Shoving heads into frozen white sand Though we were once a promised land Kids file out with degrees underarm They’re not as real as us
Everyone is wrong We know what we are We’re the tough ones We know our past was right
Corporate steel killed our jobs Made us into mindless pack mobs Back in the day, everything was right In our past, the city basked in light Progress must be pretty bad because Breaks don’t come for us
We know we’re strong That’s just how we are We’re the hard ones The future can’t be bright
Now our home can’t clean its slate Our football team lost four straight Hot bird wings helped bring us fame Other places just think we’re lame
Being tough is all we’ve got With our once-big city left to rot Being modern won’t cross our mind Being great means we must be blind It’s a price we pay For being real
We’re the old guard The old ways were best We’re the real ones We don’t care for the rest