When I was young there were great songs played on the radio.
We had fine librettists then that made the lyrics flow.
Now their pens seem out of ink and when they stage a show
They only play the songs you know from forty years ago.
I guess being young and hungry is essential now as then;
But, being fat and happy, they cannot begin again.
Here and there I catch a tune I haven’t heard before.
But the business is disrupted and they’ve closed the Record Store
True, Adele lends her voice to grief, loss and depression.
Otherwise its Taylor Swift and her musical confessions.
The boomer bards grow silent and what does this portend?
I begin to wonder if I’ll ever hear their like again.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
When I was young there were great songs played on the radio.
We had fine librettists then that made the lyrics flow.
Now their pens seem out of ink and when they stage a show
They only play the songs you know from forty years ago.
I guess being young and hungry is essential now as then;
But, being fat and happy, they cannot begin again.
Here and there I catch a tune I haven’t heard before.
But the business is disrupted and they’ve closed the Record Store
True, Adele lends her voice to grief, loss and depression.
Otherwise its Taylor Swift and her musical confessions.
The boomer bards grow silent and what does this portend?
I begin to wonder if I’ll ever hear their like again.
On the radio it seems like its the same old song
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