Sitting on a park bench

today, supping a can of super-strength Lager, I wrote a little song. Inspired by our difficult times.

It's about loss, disenfranchisement, despair, the illusion of time, man's fragile existence and the ultimate futility of all human endeavour. Not to mention lurking mortality.

I'd like to share in with you, in the hope that it might help lighten the darkness that surrounds us. 

It's called: "I'm in Love with Rock and Roll."

 

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it ain't in love with me.

No more.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it ain't in love with me.

No more.

I'm too old and I'm to fat,
I've no idea where things are at,
The bands I love are all old hat,
I've turned into a right old twat.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it ain't in love with me.

No more.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it won't return my calls.

No more.

I can twitch, but I can't jive,
None of my heroes are alive,
I like to be at home by five,
. . .   PM.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it ain't in love with me.

No more.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it told me to fuck off.

Quite cold.

Being young was so much fun,
I used to think like everyone,
That growing old would never come,
Turns out I was fucking wrong.

I'm in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it don't care for me.

No more.

You're in love with rock and roll,
But rock and roll, it never loved you back.

Not once.

You never had a fucking clue,
Pose around is all you'd do,
We were all so bored with you,
Shame you didn't know that too.