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Tarnished Generation
I remember
the final days of innocence
standing on the edge of deviancy
hoping to jump in, yet tell the press
it was all a mistake...
an accident, a slip, i never claimed to
have acquired good balance, judgement, or character
as a child...at least nothign stable
the triumphant souls
they have mastered themselves
radiant glows from each glance
how i envy their approval
of my existance
one day , some day, my time will come to shine
to hear my name arise in every conversation
in this small community of grounded souls
Damn the winter, driving back from Nashville
I awoke as we crossed some river
returning back to where I was broken
I looked at this as the end of all time
the pure end of innocence,
five young men shoulder to shoulder in a 2 door car
all with dreams of tomorrow, but unwilling to speak of
fear, unadmitted, but not at all absent from
our day to day
tomorrow, we chanted, im going to get some sleep
leave the house before mom can harass me
about getting a job for the summer
after may lets go to Florida,....we dont need money
sleep on the beach or in the house of the first girl
we make,...i dig it...we'll talk later tomorrow
Grey, white, aching, yesterday was never edning
all i wanted was a bed,...no time for conversation
no time to make friends here
new to the city,..not like i thought it a few years back
alcohol doesnt even seem that pleasing anymore
what i wouldnt do for a hit of tea though
drop the clod and watch the dirt scatter
new york, memphis, richmond, lexington,
the most daring have stayed home
I've been away, mother calls with the latest news,..
who died, whos getting married, whos having a baby etc.
i feel the years beginning to pass by, and i feel
altered only by the pains, the aches...the aches and pains
no time to raise hell, no time to turn heads
my bullhorns collecting dust, bring me my slipers
