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