LYRICS
The fading scene of the magazine
Once the scourge of the forest
Now it’s being put to rest
Soon I hope to see
The same thing happen to TV
Maybe we can learn to earn
The need to earn to learn
An appreciation for the acquisition
Of knowledge as privilege
Today and forever more
Banished to a waiting room
In the fading light of glory before
Parent of an empty womb
With any luck, reincarnated
Instead of to the garbage fated
Recycled to a new life form
A birthday to be reborn
The fading scene of the magazine
Once the scourge of the forest
Now it’s being put to rest
… think it’s best
ABOUT THE SONG
A song about the magazines in the doctor’s waiting room as a metaphor for human life.
Style: Alternative Rock
Chords: C Am Em / C Am F D / D A / C F D
Recording: digital stereo
Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizer
From the album Doctor Please! Doctor, Please!
[Songs written in doctors’ waiting rooms]
by Daniel Brouse