A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape. Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled, All fading away on a format that’s dead.
Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always, On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays. Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.
As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.