END OF AN ERA I Still Want My MTV The TV glowed at midnight, static in the room, A last guitar was fading like a half-forgotten tune. They played the final video, then the screen went dark, A neon dream went quiet, left a shadow and a spark. We learned our chords from cable, our heroes from the screen, Leather jackets, wild hair, every frame a scene. From bedrooms to the basements, we chased that melody, Waiting for the countdown, I still want my MTV. Video killed the radio star, They said it loud, they said it far. But who knew time would pull the plug, On nights we loved and songs we sung? Turn it up, don’t let it be, I still want my MTV. August first, ’81, a future breaking through, Moon boots on a new frontier, the world in something new. Directors became poets, guitars began to speak, Three minutes changed forever what a song could mean. We danced with our rebellion, we dressed the way we felt, Every chorus hit like truth, every verse like something felt. They shut the door on videos, but not the memory, You can cut the signal but I still want my MTV. Video killed the radio star, Black-and-white to avatars. But somewhere in that snowy glow, A generation learned to know Who they were, who they’d be I still want my MTV. Now the channels stream in silence, playlists never wait, But magic doesn’t autoplay, it shows up when it’s late. No VJ counting down the night, no hands upon the dial, Just echoes of a golden age that made us stay awhile. So here’s to music videos, to moments loud and free, To rewinding dreams on VHS and living endlessly.

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