I feel the vibration of the stage The amps the drums and the bass The excited crowd milling about And the general anticipation throughout Chords wires tambourines guitars All the players who want to go far The band finally begins to play And all the fans get blown away Artificial music is not the same thing Not the same as a soaring bird on a wing Nobody bothers to learn how to play We just push our buttons night and day Let me tell you what lies ahead We will have alternative lives instead A maze of electric gyrations with no original thoughts or creations Artificial music is not the same thing Not the same as a souring bird on a wing Nobody bothers to learn how to play We just push buttons night and day
