Memorex 90

"What's that you could do? Do better, do better than this?", asked the noise heard down The road

Better was a goal we hoped to lift one day, from melodies in your head

Was a sorta need, a greed, a drunk love letter. The words we wrote to show

Show all those imaginary fans someday, we're on the brilliant road

Mix tapes when what we heard required gifting

I listened in my car, the order feels right

You added to the list of my all favorites

And I know a song can change the day or night

And as we made some tunes, the ruins; the cold waste matter, the bad hits the cutting Room floor

Remember that the rule we had for good ones then? "The melody's in your head"