When you're drifting on a retro ocean,
with no new wind to blow your sails,
the death of your favorite rock star,
is proof of how just lifestyles can fail.
You might feel like you're going to surrender,
to the sampled tunes you hear broadcast,
you might have to buy high tech that you don't want,
just to connect with the grandchildren you have.
Time will tell, when, it's soon I'm sure.
I'll type away my sorrow, posting on Magle.dk,
You'll skype away tomorrow, without me,
Until corporate magnestisms have their way.
Riffing offa "Sail Away" by Deep Purple.
"When you're drifting on an empty ocean,
with no wind to fill your sails,
the future's your horizon,
it's like searching for the holy grail.
I feel like I'm going to surrender,
bad luck, I've had enough.
If I could find a place to hide my face,
I believe, I believe I could get back up.
Time will tell, when, I don't know.
Sail away tomorrow, sailing far from home."