Activity 4.3. An almost decent poem... Out with the old, In with the new.

Out with the old, in with the New -

Out with the crusty brown beards, sweating earnestly over their freight-boards

Experts of angled fingers, striking the chord just right, purity was all.

But not to new youths, throats and guts filled by waggy-fingered elders

That the 60’s were the greatest ever! Revolution man!

The Beatles, you must, you should - bow to them, for you’ll never do better,

Boys you’ll have to carry that weight… But Bowie, Roxy & little Marc

Shrugged-off the Beatle weight, and got busy building their own.

Without the drag of all that revolution stuff, man

The crusty Harrison brown beards looked up from the earnest guitars and shook their heads

You’re not doing it right, you’re all look and no substance, but they were wrong, they

Were concrete while we were free… our minds became the universe.

We ganged into the EEC, the yanks fled Vietnam and Stardust committed suicide.

Virginia Plain changed music as just as the Sidney opera house opened and the crook lied.

We couldn’t bury bodies or build a car worth its salt, but we knew the dark side of the moon

We felt the cutting death of that precious crazy diamond, and all the while the brown beards

Stood in the corner, wondering where it had all gone wrong.