The Old Generation

I still remember the world we shared
Summers were longer and people still cared
Listened in stereo to bright new sounds
Before a time where everything should surround

Yeah, the songs are still in my head
You see 'em supplanted by staleness instead

We have become the old generation
Who knew the spirit of radio
Here is to the old generation
Without a fight we go

Who still recalls the love in the streets
The wit of Cato and of Sellers 'neath the sheets
The charm of Nouvion, the heroes of France
You'd listen carefully; she'd say it only wance

Oh, it's an ill and ugly blow
Such indoctrination; you all no longer know

We have become the old generation
We were still right in our heads
Here is to the old generation
Who had some right, old sense

When did we take this turn for the worse?
When did the line between the Self and the ego get blurred?
The lost arts of subtlety and grace
No longer relevant; the numb and ennuied have their way

We celebrate the degeneration
Magic and mirth, I miss you so
Fear and lament the new generation
See how their mores sink low