Days of Yore

Listening to songs that make you jump and leave you wanting to sing
one of your own
Imagining yourself with a throng of fans yelling things you never
knew they'd shout
I remember the days of sitting in the backseat and yelling at the
top of my lungs
And now we're in the frontseat days with the windows down and the
stereo louder to mask what's coming out

There were days when radio waves were ruled by mighty kings, and
queens
And thousands strong would sing along, their songs and praises
honoring
Why did the twilight end, where are we now, and what is this all
about?
Was it a brazen calf we burned or a gift horse looked in the
mouth?

Before the twilight we rested in rennaissance and basked in
masters' glow
Concertos rose and symphonies fell and finales were
never the rage
Prior to the sparks of modernity the halls were filled with
passion, talent and renown
And a man could be born and live and die within the
notes upon a page

The birth was bubbling with primordial potential and simmered and
overflowed to the world
Man could not contain it and the beats began while melodies
traveled the wind
Tribal tunes beat and streched on drums with chanting that raised
to the heavens
A feeling, a song, a desire, a tune, the music that came
directly from within

I sing a song of angel muses and minstrels on scitar
As Mozart raises symphonies and Plant supplies guitar
Oh why did days of yore retire and burn out long ago?
A longing for that hallowed place, that I might someday go

So sayeth The Brad...