Mr. Dylan

The beginnings of a song about how it seems that peoples belief in song has died. It has gone away with our generation – not that it is a bad thing – but things are changing. If I had a chance this is what I would want to ask Dylan, Seeger, and Lennon. It is a work in progress but it will someday become a song. Cheers and enjoy.

Hey Mr. Dylan is there anything else you would say

Hey Mr. Dylan would you show me how to play

Hey Mr. Dylan would you do or say anything more

Hey Mr. Dylan the kids don’t care anymore

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Then one day

The songs will just fade away

And we will all go back

And live some other way

If you really must go

Please remember this

I am nothing more

Than some silly altruist

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Hey Mr. Lennon would you sing it again

Hey Mr. Lennon things are so different from back then

Hey Mr. Lennon how did you write those songs

Hey Mr. Lennon it seems what you started is gone

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Then one day

The songs will just fade away

And we will all go back

And live some other way

If you really must go

Please remember this

I am nothing more

Than some silly altruist

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Hey Mr. Seeger can anyone around here still hear

Hey Mr. Seeger no one listens to songs with ipods in their ears

Hey Mr. Seeger I am doing the best that I can

Hey Mr. Seeger the songs are dead and I have no plan

What Happened to the Songs

What happened to those tunes man

Now all I hear anymore is sand

Sand in my ears

Under the nails on my fingers

On my skin and under

I can’t stand it anymore

Why doesn’t anyone say anything anymore

When did music become so regulatory

All for finances and Hollywood glory?

That a fucking shame

Why do we want what is so lame

To fill our ears

With nothing of value and worth

No protest song or connection

The radio guides us in one direction

Upon inspection

It is less that satisfaction

That they blare this worthlessness

To world and miss

What happened to the songs of old

When a man could hold a guitar

So a story could be told

I don’t think that is old fashion

It is just a higher calling

Than that green cash’in

Let the melodies ring out

Let the voices sing

I will leave you with one thought

When you hear that radio

And the artist with the timeslot bought

Should your mind and thoughts be controlled?

So in some Bentley some executive can roll?

Music is much more than that

Than just some guys money rat