I arrived on earth during the swinging 60's,
And became a confused adolescent in 1975.
A by product of Thatchers Britain,
where the kids were weary and England had become a
tired nation, where unemployment peaked and the cost of living soared.
But despite the wilted atmosphere England portrayed
an underground scene was forming.
Youth in revolt.
Kids coming out of the peripheries,
yearning for something more.
We had a lack of faith in the governments new plans,
but we could relay on vinyl, where rock n' roll stars would
belt out the answers to life.
Answers we were forever searching for.
Music was an escapist tool.
It empowered us.
We could start a revolution from our bedrooms.
Our mundane life's were put on hold,
as our imaginations delved into a 3 minute pop song.
We were nourished by music.
It was the ears food, and we needed to be fed by it daily.
Rock n' roll mavericks ignited hope in our hearts.
After slaving away in a factory,
wasting the day working for a poor wage,
we could retire to our bedrooms,
secreted away, letting the vinyl do its magic.
Androgynous glam rockers were the soothers of our souls,
and the pioneers of a new musical age.
amidst the melody, they left vital messages
that translated into a comforting mantra,
telling us everything will be just fine.
Glitter coated dreams of picking up a 6 string and voicing our thoughts
to the wide world and beyond became more and more apparent.
Fashion was the extension of who you were,
working overtime to pay for a leather jacket or more vinyl's.
The establishment chewed the youth up and spat us out.
But we didn't roll with the punches,
We proudly fought back,
Demonstrating we were our own people,
Creatively inclined with ambitions.
Individuals with identities and dreams of stardom.
Running away from the establishments unfair rules
was the only option out,
since if you stuck around like a mindless robot
travelling at that 9 to 5 pace,
you would have been treated like another Joe-Bloggs in the human race.
