When I was older

Wouldn’t it be nice to be born olden

Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long

Don’t matter if no one believes, what’s told ‘n…

If the words, got transcribed all wrong

 

What matters is that the song really sold ’n…

A hit gets passed along to me and you

For some, it catches the imagination

Connecting the ole’ neurons, till it’s true

 

With just an electrical…

Synaptical… tickle

 

From a joke to an epic legend, good God!

And often back to a joke, yet again

French whispery, myth and mystery

Ensure it endures, and never ends

 

Nobody said, it had to be the whole truth

But in there lies some meaning, for all of man

Can’t block Christ, by mocking Christians

Can’t knock Star Wars, cos of Jedi fans

 

But when they promise, that vulnerable folk can…

Again, be with the dead, they still love and adore

Catchy numbers just get re-cut, re-told, re-sold ‘n

‘Till their fans believe, they’ll meet again once more

 

 

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