In layers of strata lie the tracks of history

Archaeologists hunt for artefacts and bones

I cut off your flex and buried you with ceremony

Lamenting the demise of your dulcet tones

 

Sentinel moonlight lit the private interment

Your laser will exhume Miles Davis no longer

Millenia of chords traversed that plastic portal

You left me deaf, my hearing aids get stronger

 

Will your fossilised remains ever be unearthed?

Can you rank with the cream of Palaeolithic art?

What shall I do with my hoard of five hundred CDs?

There's a museum of charity shops for a start

 

Sentinel moonlight lit the private interment

Your laser will exhume Miles Davis no longer

Millenia of chords traversed that plastic portal

You left me deaf, my hearing aids get stronger

 

The tone-deaf orthostats of Stonehenge may patrol the past

Nothing will ever beat the Groundhogs live on stage at full blast

 

Sentinel moonlight lit the private interment

Your laser will  exhume Miles Davis no longer

Millenia of chords traversed that plastic portal

You left me deaf, my hearing aids get stronger