There was a feeling in the nineties of drawing to a close and wondering what it would be like on the other side of the curtain so there is likely to be some of that doom-stalking, along with a continued desire to be cool or alternative or whatever is part of the impulse of noisy youth.

As the nineties don’t lend themselves to wordplay quite so much, I had to think a bit and was originally hovering around Pen ultimate as this was the last part of a remarkable century whatever was happening then. Then I thought that the twentieth century was so important for song that it would be acceptable to pan out and so the clear message that records from the time – paper ones – were old enough for foxing. And there’s the big movie studio and the Doors song.

That’s the title of the post. Here’s a stab at nineties rock

Recursive

I said the same thing in another way on a different day
I spoke at one stroke it was in the play
The dialogue that's been dialed from God
the need for a feed of usual expectation
Round about found out the poor relation
You repeated and then entreated 
a pitted pattern please be conceited
a jab or a swipe brings back the gripe
the scene on the screen where your memories wiped

We swore as once before relented repented as we reached shore
a mostly ghostly host who rang once more
we know the score
and what's in store

They had some headstrong hidden calling 
the dreams where it always seems 
the way you're falling
Inviting invasive invested information
on that very suggested situation
or to coin a phrase by coincidence
 join in praise of the first instance
of the well plowed field of endeavour
going back to whenever