Here's Alison: Strumming Their Guitars - 1976
Here's a poem which Alison Ross wrote back in the 1970s. Are the Rolling Stones going to be the exception to the rule?
Can you picture the Beatles
In fifty years, say?
Little bald patches
Surrounded by gray
Stringy hair, down to their collar.
Strumming their guitars
Voice weak and hollow?
Can you see Dinah Lee
Out for the kill
Grey hair dyed black
Sex appeal nil?
Will the Rolling Stones
Roll clean away
Teenagers then, murmur
Who – did you say?
Can you picture them all
Forgotten and bust
Giving old folks concerts
Just earning a crust.
It’s so sad but so true
That life goes too quick
So put up with pop stars
Though they might make you sick
Don’t grumble and growl
When teenagers shriek,
For even the Pop Stars
Grow old and meek!
