Magazine Pages

Way back in those glorious rose-tinted days
Before we were all online
Before certain entertainment spoiled our sweet innocence
By showing us how we might enjoy some nice alone time

We'd spend our happy days cavorting in the sun
Not yet prepared to leave our youthful life behind
And pass away the hours outside in wholesome healthy fun
Until somebody left something for us to find

Magazine pages discarded in the woods
They were the start of an awakening, we barely understood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Spelled the end of childish reverie and the start of adulthood

And experience left us easily impressed
By pretty ladies who had found themselves undressed
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
To all of us they could only be a force for good

By showing us the things no trusted adult should
Those magazine pages discarded in the woods

Magazine pages discarded in the woods
A source of endless fascination for our growing brotherhood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
We didn't fully comprehend the thought perhaps one day we would

Through our discussions about what all the pictures meant
And debating where we thought everything went
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Were we the only ones who truly understood?

Taking us far outside our little neighbourhoods
Those magazine pages discarded in the woods

Magazine pages discarded in the woods
From the little trail of wonder along the path on which we stood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Just who left them - an enigma, but we'd thank them if we could

Though we imagine they'd be considered obscene
And you're not to tell our parents what we'd seen
Magazine pages discarded in the woods
Assorted past time or just misunderstood

Many a fine chap today has a small debt to pay
To magazine pages discarded in the woods