Musical expression was silenced by record label executives.
There was no money in providing an original sound.
Young musicians were taught to play the same scale, same beat, same melody.
Mixed over and over, Until it sounded all the same.
nihil novi sub sole was beat into their head.
They told them they had talent.
That they were the best.
That there record was a top seller.
When in reality, the companies had payed for rank.
The top slot going to the man with the deepest pocket.

Hey
remember two years ago
When we met at that gay rights rally
Or that time that we saw eachother
In the super market line

What about the time we passed eachother in the hall
In high school
May be you remember the time we sat at the train station for an hour or two waiting to ride
Perhaps the you remember the airport terminal where we were delayed and had to wait for another flight.

You may even remember that time I saw you in the food court at the mall
or in the back at the local show
Well even if you don’t remember me
I remember you.

And sometimes I still think about you
I’m wondering what you’ve done with your life since then
Because I haven’t changed much,

But I’m sure you went on to do great things
Maybe you remember me the way I remember you
We should have spoke to one another,
I’m sure we would have been great friends.

Your soft hands
And your gentle caress
Your cherry lips and
Your head on my chest
your cheek to mine
And your eyes closed tight

Oh how i wish i could be there tonight
So I’ll dream of you
and you dream of me
And we’ll live forever
in that memory.

For this love lost in an age of valour,
was picked from me a gentle flower,
for this she spent her final hour,
locked away in London tower.

He Told me

My Kerouac wouldn’t be ruined

By rings of coffee

They add character He said

It’s like owning a pistol

And never firing it

Or owning a movie

Just to stare at it’s case

How will the world know you’ve traveled

Without leaving a few landmarks?