“I just don’t like the music
played on the radio these days.
Half the time,
I can’t understand the words.
The music I grew up with
was so much more interesting
and told an intricate
and fascinating story.
AND today's lyrics are so repetitive.”
“I have four words for you, Dad. Cream - I’m So Glad.”
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