[it's easier to let it all die a fairytale]

The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces
that the devil wouldn’t even put a shoe.
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,
and another thinking rock and roll was new.
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

-- Mike Cooley, "Self-Destructive Zones"