I’ve moved back in time
Away from The Voice,
American Idol, and
Today’s country music
I’ve tried to stay up
With the current crop
Of over produced,
Synthetic,
Instagram driven
Musical acts, but
I’ve crossed the geriatric Mason Dixon music line
Looking for some soul
Without the operatic warble
That passes for pop music these days
It’s not them,
It’s me
They have talent and dreams
Feeding that colossal machine
And I can’t distinguish
The bass from the treble
Or the hoochie from the coochie lyrically
Give me Cash, Eagles, even
Guns and Roses (before the ballads)
Over all of the one sound stuff out there now
Heck, even country sounds like hip-hop
Grandmaster Flash would never have stood for that
Nor can I