as the century ends and tradition turns in on itself as Boulez screams and yells his music is put on the shelf repetition is back, a rose is a rose, said herself Bill Gates has won i've got the postmodern blues
1900 began the obsession with function as form with a hammer and nail and a paintbrush and camera they storm in Russia and Bolsheviks conquer, the masses want more Karl Marx has gone i've got the postmodern blues
line is fragmented, Isadora invented modern dance philosophers ponder while communists squander their chance illusion is captured in Cubism's reign over france Picasso's gone i've got the postmodern blues
the stock market rallies as futures are tallied and sold pensions are raided and parachutes painted in gold conformism packaged to save us all from the cold Cezanne is gone i've got the postmodern blues