1971

We hate the DAWs and the 808s
We hate the leads and the sidechain gates, you know it
We hate the filters, the filters, we don’t know what they are
But we know we hate them like we hate the ADSR
We hate the autotune although we can’t hear it
We hate the beat almost as much as we fear it
We hate your dancing and we hate your fun
We’ll avoid the party like it’s nineteen seventy one
We hate the downloads and we hate the streams
We think the Fairlight’s when it all came apart at the seams
We’ve got twenty paragraphs on digital compression
We think records sounded best before the great depression
And what you need is a rhythm section
Or a beard and some more acoustic introspection
The kids today aren’t really having fun
I bet they wish they’d woken up in nineteen seventy one
And it’s easy to be cool when you’ve set all the rules
It’s easy to be cool when you’ve set all the rules
It’s easy to be cool when you’ve set all the rules
It’s easy to be cool when you’ve set all the rules