Graveyard of the Digital Stream

verse 1

Musing out my window

My eye spies a scene

Lost in the tall weeds

A 65 Shelby GT

verse 2

I can still see the lines

The masterpiece

It used to be

Destined to be buried

In the graveyard of dreams

verse 3

Times change with the seasons

The world keeps spinning round

Things remembered and forgotten

sitting unclaimed in

the lost and found

bridge

In the age of today

People prefer to see

Fat butts twerking

Shaking on their screen

Half eaten lunches

Called works of art

And Rotten banana peels

Glued to a toilet seat

[pre chorus

scrolling through the static

To find identity

Trying to find a piece

Of your own damn self

On a cold flickering screen

But the fire only lives

In things born of

A deeper dream

chorus

The masters of the silent row

Trapped in garbled frequencies

Creating masterpieces

The world's to blind to see

Only to be buried

In the Graveyard

Of the digital stream

verse4

Maybe one day

Someone will find

That old Shelby GT

Maybe some old artisan

Like me

Restore the former glory

Re-live the dream

Maybe it will stay buried

In the graveyard

Of the digital stream

chorus 2

The masters of the silent row

Trapped in garbled frequencies

Creating beauty they envisioned

For the world to see

Only to be buried

In the Graveyard

Of the digital stream

outro

As for me, I'll keep my dreams alive

As long as I can breathe

Fashioned from the forge

Of my imagination

With the hope

They don't get buried

In the graveyard

Of the digital stream

end

The digital stream

The signal coming through

Tries to direct me

To a meaningless view

The digital stream

The graveyard of the digital stream

The time has come

For someone to fix

The digital stream

The digital feed

hard rock outro