Cassette Tape Massacre

The cassette tape spilled its guts on the sidewalk
And it did not take terror or torture to make it talk
Just open the passenger window and a casual talk
Of liberation can be easy

It was made by a boy with a twenty year old tape deck
That he had borrowed from his mother who kept forgetting to give back
Now Ma listens to her computer through the tapes in the trash
Obsolence ain’t so easy

Now the driver’s destruction was not intended to be cruel
She had not seen the boy since they graduated high school
After all, it’s a ribbon of magnets and a couple plastic spoons
Unraveling so easily
These things unravel so easily

She was on her way home turning an old romantic movie
That she had not found charming and she did not see the beauty
And others had assured her she was certainly on the screen
So easily

Now sometimes you just get thrown out the window
That robot you can hide like a weapon on your pillow
That thing won’t protect you, you ought to let it go
Even though it won’t be easy
Oh no, it won’t be easy