This from a song By Sandi Thom - couldn't have put it better myself.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
Wonder what our song will be forty years on.
3 comments:
I wish I was a netizen when blogging was free,
I wonder what they mean when the talk about a tree.
When there was no tax on air,
And people could find water anywhere.
When no one policed the citizen's thoughts,
When people could fight over pints of draught...
I hope we do have a song to sing in 40 years to come.
Refreshing thoughts.
come come..let's not get depressed now. Forty years, we'll still have a world that knows happiness in ways different from ours, but as long as they do, they'll have a song to sing, although it might not be a song we like or understand!
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