The guitars are loud and proud and ballsy. <br />The singer's dementia is some kind of palsy. <br />The bass drum will kick and the rhythm will stroll. <br />This is good rock and roll. <br /> <br />I heard it much younger when I was a kitten. <br />I heard it played with passion and then I was smitten. <br />It placed great demands and took weight off my soul. <br />Yes, that was some good rock and roll. <br /> <br />The spirit was strong and the melodies were simple. <br />I memorised the words as I squeezed every pimple. <br />These angst-ridden vessels certainly filled that hole. <br />At parties and swap meets, that's good rock and roll. <br /> <br />But as I got older the scene started changing. <br />The passion evaporated and the singers started lazing. <br />The players were college boys and they looked awful dull. <br />No longer did I listen to the new rock and roll. <br /> <br />I had to get back to the sounds of house music. <br />There was a genre that had never started to lose it. <br />As my back started to turn and my heart it grew cold. <br />I said 'Bollocks to this new rock and roll.' <br /> <br />I want to bring back all the fire and the spittle. <br />I want to remind people of being stuck in the middle. <br />I want loud fucking solos and amps stacked wall to wall. <br />This is what I think is good rock and roll. <br /> <br />But alas, all the bands I formed were letting me down. <br />They wanted to dress like those chief and monkey clowns <br />They couldn't handle the fact that is was my goal. <br />To bring back the good time, awesome rock and roll. <br /> <br />So these old records still carry the dream. <br />But the wind's left my sails, or so it seems. <br />This is not a high, nor the all-time low. <br />But there's a hole in my soul yearning for good rock and roll.<br /><br />Gary Diamond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-good-rock-and-roll/
