I bought an old 'Radio Birdman' record,
Brought me back to my youth!
Made me want to disturb neighbours half my age,
By turning it up above an acceptable volume!
But good manners intervened.
I saw them once in '96,
They had reformed from the '70's.
I went,
Full of expectations of wonder...
I found overweight, balding, middle-aged men
Trying to sound still angry.
A doctor and a pilot,
Trying to look decadent and hungry behind their guitars...
It's when I realised you shouldn't try to relive a moment,
Just enjoy the memory.
I think this as I put the old record on,
Low,
and sit back and smile.
By Mikael
The Bugle 