Old-School Rocker Poem by David Welch

So many people,
so many screams,
but there's not a single six string
on the damn TV.

People they love me,
they tell me so,
but you'll never hear our single
on the damn radio.

Know I'm not passing
or fading away,
have no illusions
when I come to play.
When this gets a moving,
when we shake the town,
leave you hot and sweaty
lying beat on the ground.

Cause I'm an old-school rocker,
make you shake and smile,
yes, I'm an old-school rocker,
make you scream a while.
Babe, I just don't care
about that hip-hop style,
no, I don't care about your pop,
woman, I'm just here to rock.

So many solos
wailing out loud,
share the pulse and the passion that
I see in the crowd.

Riffs you can swim in,
hooks in your brain,
give them to the people every
night on the stage.

Know I'm not stopping this
any time soon,
know I'm not crashing
like a led balloon.
When we get to playing
that great wall of sound,
get you rock and rolling,
'till you sing it out loud.

Cause I'm an old-school rocker,
make you shake and smile,
yes, I'm an old-school rocker,
make you scream a while.
Babe I just don't care
about that hip-hop style,
no, I don't care about your pop,
woman, I'm just here to rock.