War

Michael Fallan

Words & Music: Michael Fallan
Date Written: 1986
AI Produced & Remastered: Jan 2026

Lyrics
Through the smoke I saw you,
Raven shades in auburn hair,
Neon light electric,
Cutting through the air.
Lemon silk and leather,
Wrap around your moving thigh,
Pale skin like linen,
Ruby lines your eye.
Fashion of a kind, they call it fashion of a kind,
We call it fashion of our time,
We'll be changing you, we'll be changing.
Through the smoke I saw you...

Fashion of a Kind explores the restless cycle of youth culture and the constant reinvention of what society calls “cool.” Set against vivid images of neon lights, leather, and the lingering shadows of early cinema—from silent moving pictures to the talkies—the song reflects on how each generation creates its own identity while rejecting the one before it. What was once admired fades into nostalgia, and the heroes of a golden age quietly decay as new voices rise to challenge them. At its core, the song is a sharp social observation about youth refusing to be dismissed, insisting that the future belongs to those bold enough to reshape it, echoing the defiant refrain: “fashion of our time, we’ll be changing you.”  

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