Music is dead

I was searching for words,
Trying to write a song
The radio is playing all day long
And it doesn't say
Much on my feelings today
Doesn't touch my soul
Doesn't make me whole.
Wonder when, wonder why
Did the music lose it's life?
Can I put the words back, make it like
It was, but the music now is just a lie

The music is dead.
But I'd like to pretend it's not over yet.
I would write down the words
That'll sweep you off your feet
Make you dance to my song
Once again, all night long


The beats of the 90's
The chords of the 80's
Somewhere lost, somewhere gone
Does it still jolts you
When listening to Don Mclean
Or Nirvana or the Floyd
Or MJ,- all those who had the words
The tune, the beat?
Is pop dead, or is it all just country
Or is it just hip-hop talking your fantasy?
What they play today is just so hollow
Where's the music..it's all just borrowed

The music is dead.
But I'd like to pretend it's not over yet.
I would write down the words
That'll sweep you off your feet
Make you dance to my song
Once again, all night long