While the songs are still here,

there’s no need for fear.

Sometimes it’s good to have an ol’ block;

if a clock’s gonna tick, it may as well tock.

You don’t need wood to build a bar;

you just need a room safely shrouded in the dark.

But I hear the guitar crunches fade,

leaving solo piano keys, ‘tween each a growing space.

But the hollow echoes last a li’l longer,

e’en if they sound warped & blurred.

E’en if every year adds a scratch,

I’ll hold onto that record as long as it lasts.

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