A tribute to rockers who age, but whose music will never die.
Lyrics
Some say I’ve forgotten the chords / of songs that once were so easy to play,
Some say I’m re-using old riffs / found in my very first tunes, ‘should put them away.
But no one says “rock is dead”,
That rhythm taps upon my head.
Some say our fingers are too thick, they are no longer fit to play.
Some say our voices are too hoarse; home is the place where we should stay.
But no one says “rock is dead”,
That rhythm taps upon my head.
No, no one says “rock is dead”,
And I shall play it till the end!
And though my teachers tried, -how they tried-, to trim hearts and brains,
My guitar keeps on crying, keeps on screaming these notes, with disdain.
(solo)
But no one says “rock is dead”,
That rhythm taps upon my head.
No, no one says “rock is dead”,
And I shall play it till the end!
No, no one says “rock is dead”,
And I will sing it till the end!