Goodnight

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Neil Peart, 67, Drummer, Lyricist, Rush

All this machinery making modern music

Can still be open-hearted

Not so coldly charted, it’s really just a question

Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music

With glittering prizes and endless compromises

Shatters the illusion of integrity

The words of the prophets are written in the studio wall

Concert hall…

…echos with the sounds of salesmen, of salesmen, OF SALESMEN

Living in the limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation

Get on with the fascination

The real relation, the underlying theme.

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to co-exist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can’t explain

I can learn to close my eyes
To anything but injustice
I can learn to get along
With all the things I don’t know

 

 

Goodnight, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Tom Petty, 66, Singer, Guitarist, Songwriter, Rock Star.

Famous last words for the cancerous metastization of music and the diseased host monkeys running the labels and stations:

Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Well some folks say they’re gonna hang him so high
Because you just can’t do what he did
There’s some things you just can’t put in the minds of those kids
As we celebrate mediocrity all the boys upstairs want to see
How much you’ll pay for what you used to get for free
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJWell he got him a station down in Mexico
And sometimes it will kinda come in
And I’ll bust a move and remember how it was back then
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ
(One more thing, fuck you 2017.)