It’s funny how each generation thinks their music is the best
that the songs of their youth are the best songs…
and how each generation knows that they are right…
and every other generations out there must be wrong…
For instance my generation listened to the Beatles, the Jackson 5…
we felt like dancing…we came alive.
We listened to James Taylor and Stevie Wonder too.
Karen Carpenter…what a voice…Simon and Garfunkel was a choice,
we listened to Three Dog Night and a band called the Guess Who.
There was Norman Greenbaum, the Temptations…the tunes of our young generation
with the music playing our heartbeats all increased.
We could have been a little smarter…we did listened to Patches by Clarence Carter
okay, we were eclectic to say the least.
Neil Diamond kept us grooving…The Supremes kept us moving
We listened to 8 track tapes inside our cars.
We sang along with the Kinks and Four Tops…we danced without shoes at sock hops
Credence Clearwater Revival we affectionately called CCR.
In sharing this music with each other…we became our sisters and our brothers.
We liked the way the music moved…we liked its rhyme.
Why…is difficult to say…but music had a way
of linking us all together over time.
And though it’s hard now to behold…how we and our music have grown old
separated by time and often distance
I’m sure my generation would agree…even those who sang off-key
those songs were vital to the heart of our existence.
Which is why we not only have a knack…but we love looking back…
and listening to those wonderful old songs…
I imagine that’s why whenever we hear…a song from our past…we cheer
and why we pump up the volume…and sing along.
So my case…I must now rest…it’s plain the music from my generation is the best…
and why the songs from our youth are the best songs…
And though you might have the temptation…to think the same about your generation..
I’m sorry to say…you would be wrong.
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