An Eighties Song

Whatever happened to the inspiration,
Where have all the good songs flown,
The cutting edge all the creation,
Conveyor belt soldiers stand in a row…

Oh, this is an eighties song,
Same old tune and same old rhythm,
Toothless it goes round and round
Til it vanishes up its own rendition…(x2)

Aquarium fish with silly haircuts,
Sinatra, synths like priests they drone
Triumph of style over substance,
Technochant in monotone, ils ont change ma chanson and..


Here today and gone tomorrow,
Mayfly music lives for a day,
Lucky is the three week wonder
Starburst and then fade away…music with a frontal lobotomy and