36.

Oh where've all the good

sounds gone
From Bowie to Kings of Leon?
They all seem to have and gone
Yet their sound is safe and

scattered strong.

It began as a simple melody
Wrapped inside a meloncholic

phantasy
Yet all we dreamed was yet to

be
A vein dream of reality

Oasis to the Verve
Manch to wigan
Was such a Blur
But what of a second word?
The Stone Roses
I'm said and done.

What began as a humming in

my head
Became the dream of the

almost dead.
Set alight all that was the past
For now stands the second

coming at last.

Dream on....
I hear those holy lot singing...
Dream on...
For the bells are peeling...

And what of the Holy trinity at

last?
Beatles, Zep and the Jam
They died with reality at last
For the 70's were the holy grail

at ther last look...

Dream on....
I hear those holy lot singing...
Dream on...
For the bells are peeling...

It began as a simple melody
Wrapped inside a meloncholic

phantasy
Yet all we dreamed was yet to

be
A vein dream of reality