Death Of The Boogie
By Blayde
Distant music is heard
Unlocatable--
Music of mood and spirit,
Distilled by a hidden affinity.
As music was born of sorrow,
Love was named a sister.
The chains of a legacy rust,
shackles crafted to bind the soul.
Now fall, giving birth to a new sound.
Rock Enter...
The blues and jazz have diminished,
People respond to anger not love.
But although the music is loud
It vents the despair from our hearts.
Bands like the Who and Queen
rise to the new age,
Engraving thier legend in stone.
A Bohemian Rhapsody?
Sung by an English band?
Few bohemians hear,
The Number 1 devoted to them.
And still the cycle continues,
Rock gives birth to metal.
Kids now walk around,
Blaring depression in thier ears
But I guess this era is apathetic,
to TRUE lyrics.
The Eternal Road of Rock & Roll