Since when does the film material collected not delete fully itself?
I didn't saw himself,
his crush wearing an white bracelet even though she didn't like him in romantic feelings though he delve,
she was framed, I didn't see him,
their communication was a full experience of sin,
but I don't really remember any words, even a thin,
just that they,
loved to take the times pay.
Turn up the radio and ...
It's the same ol' situation,
The same songs, same band
That raised my generation
That was then, this is now
Nothing's changed but my age,
And four numbers, somehow
On a calendar's page ...
It happened again today
In the store where I shopped,
In the restaurant, I heard it play
Proving the 80's never stopped
That was then, this is now
O, to revive a faded fad,
If we never forget how
Good times can still be had
Life, like a cassette tape
With two sides, was designed,
From Side A, Side B can't escape
If you just press rewind ...
Both sides of the cassette
the one that’s labeled ‘B’
I want to hear it all;
I will be your shoulder
let love be your downfall;
Both sides of the cassette
can I feel your silence?
Your refrain I will learn
so I can understand,
speaking when it’s my turn;
Both sides of the cassette
the atomic anger
endurance will relax;
Gentle hands a rough kiss
complimentary tracks;
Both sides of the cassette
over the course of time
pieces may unravel,
very delicately
I’ll heal with a pencil.
My brother found an old cassette
Recorded several weeks
Before our father died and yes,
My dad both laughs and speaks.
There was no voicemail then and so
My mother did record
A little message; thereby
Both their voices have been stored.
My mom talks first, with updates
On my father’s health; I’d bet
They had no clue how dire
The situation soon would get.
A visit to the doctor next;
My dad was short of breath.
In three weeks’ time, we’d get the call
To tell us of his death.
Despite today’s technology
And knowledge we’ve amassed,
What’s magical to me is hearing
Voices from the past.