Records To Remember

Records to remember

Its all moving so fast

And some things keep on disappearing

Where is the one who makes you shake and sing?

Now, all we have, are old pictures, old records to remember

Everything was so different

The same word that moved the crowd

Now is nothing but illusion?

In this empty chair

That holds nice memories

From an idol that will no longer live

The storm might be over

But the dust has already buried the old sound

that gave us so much happiness

But it's muted now

Forced to shut up

The message is old fashioned

To the young man who doesn't mind

To the old man who cannot hear it

Will we recover the senses to follow the sound never heard before?

Or the unspoken message that

Makes much more sense than the radio muted forever.