Sound art is gone he said
Modern music makes me feel dead
On the radio I what I hear
Gives the future fear
There is no talent no and no one cares
I told to him the industry is not fair
The time is now, the technology is here
You have a planet full of songs so near
Why complain about what your friends are listening to
Why don't you go out on your own and find something new
It doesn't matter what the radio or television plays
In the popular music you are not required to stay
Or better yet, why don't you play a tune
Sound you enjoy would come soon
And sing it for the world to hear
Make it loud and clear
Then tell me where the pretty songs were sent
You only see who was in front of you, along with them you went