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Thursday, June 8
The good old.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
With flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to
A world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
With flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered
And radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary
And we didn't know everything.
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen
She turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch
Was a letter in the mail.
When record shops were on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was
Still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair
And dirt across their face.
I was born too late to
A world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
with flowers in my hair.
by Sandi Thom.