Records to Remember

Records to remember

Its all moving so fast
And some things keep on disappearing
Where is the one who makes you shake and sing?
Now, all we have, are old pictures, old records to remember

Everything was so different
The same word that moved the crowd
Now is nothing but illusion?
In this empty chair
That holds nice memories
From an idol that will no longer live

The storm might be over
But the dust has already buried the old sound
that gave us so much happiness
But it's muted now
Forced to shut up

The message is old fashioned
To the young man who doesn't mind
To the old man who cannot hear it
Will we recover the senses to follow the sound never heard before?
Or the unspoken message that
Makes much more sense than the radio muted forever.