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Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
The generation of love thought they had a corner on the love market. So many believed they discovered something better; it was the age of Aquarius, whatever that was. Everyone was questioning whether they had faith in God or if there was a God. Look magazine ran a cover reading “God is Dead”. The authority of the Bible was questioned. Everything was questioned. They loved rock and roll music. The ramblings of blithering idiots charmed our generation. Music was the opioid of the dope heads who produced the snowflake generation of today. Dancing became erratic and erotic; dancing slow was a lost art.
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’
Nothing changed and everything changed. You saw people together and supposed they had something going. They were just having a good time; it was all frivolous and more so with each passing year. I was lonely like all teenagers. Mary Jane became the friend of most. It was hard to fit into this new world but you did, at least dummies like me did. But I knew I wasn’t cool. The music died. It was mostly noise. Music became noise, there was just too much of it, just like today. I sang, played guitar to nobody, working out the frustrations of a young man with nowhere to go.
I just kept driving around; nowhere to go and no reason to be alive. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.