The guitars are loud and proud and ballsy.
The singer's dementia is some kind of palsy.
The bass drum will kick and the rhythm will stroll.
This is good rock and roll.
I heard it much younger when I was a kitten.
I heard it played with passion and then I was smitten.
It placed great demands and took weight off my soul.
Yes, that was some good rock and roll.
The spirit was strong and the melodies were simple.
I memorised the words as I squeezed every pimple.
These angst-ridden vessels certainly filled that hole.
At parties and swap meets, that's good rock and roll.
But as I got older the scene started changing.
The passion evaporated and the singers started lazing.
The players were college boys and they looked awful dull.
No longer did I listen to the new rock and roll.
I had to get back to the sounds of house music.
There was a genre that had never started to lose it.
As my back started to turn and my heart it grew cold.
I said 'Bollocks to this new rock and roll.'
I want to bring back all the fire and the spittle.
I want to remind people of being stuck in the middle.
I want loud fucking solos and amps stacked wall to wall.
This is what I think is good rock and roll.
But alas, all the bands I formed were letting me down.
They wanted to dress like those chief and monkey clowns
They couldn't handle the fact that is was my goal.
To bring back the good time, awesome rock and roll.
So these old records still carry the dream.
But the wind's left my sails, or so it seems.
This is not a high, nor the all-time low.
But there's a hole in my soul yearning for good rock and roll.
Gary Diamond
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-good-rock-and-roll/
