Instruments were made for a sound,
People made a sound that will last,
A sound that shook the ground.
Music was deep from the soul,
People were moved by lyrics,
Great art was the main goal,
Good music was high on statistics.
In our days songs are all similar,
Thousand songs with four chords,
Music suddenly sounds familiar,
The main goal is to now sell records.
We've seen rich and famous people,
One goes down as another one rises,
New heights =sharp eye like an eagle,
These things are no longer surprises.
Where have we lost our pure art?
Old songs are more meaningful,
They spoke directly to the heart,
They move you and are peaceful.
Lost Art
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