You're carrying on like a troubadour jaded
Singing your songs from a time that has fadedLyrics of meaning, though sung of a past
Each generation so wrongfully cast
Speaking of freedom in poetic words
Flying so high you could sing with the birds
You play your guitar with a heartful of passion
Dressed in the clothes that were yesterday's fashion
You sing to the crowd that has gathered around
Rooting your feet to the earth on the ground
Spitting out protests of conflict and war
Hitting the strings till your fingers are sore
Everyone's here but is everyone hearing?
Songs with a voice they are all disappearing
Nothing rebellious happens today
There's nobody out there with something to say
Does anyone care 'bout a song anyway?
And who gives a damn what the disc jockeys play?
So carry on singing if nobody hears you
Be sure the words they are honest and true
Turn up the mic even if it's too loud
Raise up your voice to the dwindling crowd
If nobody hears it don't mean they can't listen
If some of them did then you learned them a lesson
And all of the others that turned a deaf ear
It just means they can't face the truth that fear
Ian Duquemin
