I dreamt of a musical sage
Poised in a chair on center stage
He sang of the songs, their meaning and truth
Songs from my transistor radio and youth
Some made tears others made smiles
Simply extend the antenna and rotate the dial
Memories burned softly, alit by this sage
Heroically poised on center stage
He was here to teach and warn us all
How the music foretold the upcoming fall
Never in my youth did I ever suspect
The music I craved preempted a wreck
Artists who gave their blood sweat and tears
Were simply prophesizing our future years
The genius i saw the music i heard
This sage on stage spoke of omens thru words
And as memories unfold, I see my youth
My blinded eyes now see the truth
The sage I worshipped, I come to realize
That the devil will come in any disguise
