With the blink of an eye

It is the last summer day. It is also the day when rock n roll saved my life by pulling me out of a sort of dense, slimy mass of crap thet you commonly call society. If die right now my last words will be : I'm on drugs and the narcotic that I can't seem to get enough of is music. I would literally die for music, because of music and probably thanks to music. Rock n roll is the only religion I believe in because it was the only one that revealed me to myself and it has the only gods that do not punish me for not obeying. Who said this music is dead is a fucking bastard who is too intoxicated with the bag of shit that we call mass media. No, rock n roll doesn't mean selling idols on vinyl , it is a feeling and more, the dementia of a nihilistic generation and its legacy will live forever through the people who don't just listen to the music, but actually manage to hear it. These musicians made our culture come to life and gave proof of genius. They were drunks , druggies and trashy but at least they had class. And a brain inside their heads who gave birth to symbols and concepts covered with the dust of time and foolish arrogance. Rock n roll is alive and it still inspires and motivates in a world of sorrow and fake beliefs.