Music: Lyric Sheets
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Your support makes all the difference.A poll of Radio 1's all time top 100 has finally kissed goodbye to the old rock classics. The only two chestnuts in the Top 20 are John Lennon's "Imagine" and Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". The old guard have been deposed by artists such as The Verve, Massive Attack and REM
The Old Guard
They grew long hair for your sort
Kids. Pah! What do you know?
In a flared be-denimed heaven
Does age begin to show
As She puts on Cat Stevens
And He puts on The Who?
They can't stand all the new stuff
They go with Radio 2
And it's all got far too frantic
Since the beat went up a gear
They remember buying Stairway
But do not shed a tear
Salute the new Top Hundred
Goodbye to the old guard
Who cares what Radio 1 says
They've always tried too hard?
One stop behind the fashions
And strictly anodyne
We eschewed it in the old days
For Radio Caroline
And songs we took as anthems
Which our parents called a noise
Gave export figures vigour
And knighthoods to the boys
Remastered but redundant
Our album tracks and singles
The cris-de-coeur of mopheads
Are advertising jingles
We rejoin them on the dancefloor
At an age when we should slow down
For a heart-attack watusi
At some tragic Sixties hoedown
The thing about pop classics is
They won't bear carbon-dating
Give it two decades my dears
Your cardigans are waiting.
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