Cut and Paste

Carries an iPad in a guitar case
Can't play a lick but can cut and paste
Could take lessons, no time to waste
Just learned to scroll at a lightning pace

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Can't carry a tune, but he edits ok
Can sample a song from the good old days
Back when picking you did with a pick
Drop down and choose in just one click

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Debating the value
But he's making his case
For art in the new age
Might not be your taste

Played piano, neighbors awake
Guitar hero, zero mistakes
Flawless drums, sixty-four tracks
Infinite patches, to fill in the cracks

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Virtual band who did what he typed
Post online to friends on skype
It might go viral with all the hype
Churn out the hits as fast as he types

Debating the value
But he's making his case
For art in the new age
Might not be your taste
He's finding his niche
A new set of tools
A new kind of genius
Who's writing new rules

A failed guitarist lost on the road
Not a purist but knew how to code
His tech is savvy but musically daft
Programs with beauty and ciphers with math

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Debating the value
But he's making his case
For art in the new age
Might not be your taste
He's finding his niche
A new set of tools
A new kind of genius
Who's writing new rules

A new kind of genius
Who's writing new rules

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