Pull out the tape, flip it over, and slam it back in for side two! Here we go:
I fucked up again it’s all my fault.
So turn me around and face the wall.
Read me my rights and tell me I’m wrong.
Until it gets into my thick skull.
A slap on the wrist.
A stab in the back.
Torture me, I’ve been a bad boy.
Nail me to the cross until you have won.
I lost before I did any wrong.
A Millennial often feels like this: we didn’t do anything wrong, but it’s all our fault. So please, Boomers and X’ers, tell us how we were so wrong for studying something like teaching before the entire teaching market died.
Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know, did she know, before she went away, does she know?
But it’s too damn late
This girl has gone far away.
Now she’s gone.
Sure, it’s a song about a girl… but I see my chances of the future my parents had going in the same way. It’s just too damn late, and it’s far away and gone.
The first verse speaks about a Millennials’ struggle in society at large: we’re trained, we’ve got bills to pay, but instead we need to keep our mouths shut and only say hello, maybe even apologizing whether we need to or not. With the death of small town America in both its economy and its mobility, that second verse is particularly painful. And, at the end of the day, we still feel like we’re walking alone, abandoned by the system that promised us so much.
Here are the lyrics. How this is not an anthem for my generation yet baffles me.
Some times, you have bad days. And after eight hours of pretending to not know your boss is an idiot while you do all of his/her work for her because she can’t understand the Twitters or the Facebooks on his/her six figure salary… sometimes you need to vent.
King For A Day:
Given my generation’s unprecedented support for LGBT rights and the cause of marriage equality, this might as well be our giant middle finger to the homophobes of the world. Don’t knock it until you tried it, and until then we’re going to dance around and mock you for your close-minded way of thinking. Just for giggles, try thinking about this song as it relates to Bronies as well.
This song was so overplayed in the late 90s (including on the Super Bowl and the hooplah surrounding the last episode of Seinfeld) that it’s still a bit eye-rolling whenever it comes on the radio. As a teenager, I could always understand this song in generalities and vagaries, simply that it was acoustic and deep, man… but as it look at it now, I truly understand what that phrase means. Sure, the financial panic and the recession were unpredictable, but in the end… they were right. I’m not going to win any friends here, but my generation can often be narcissistic and lazy. They are not wholly unfounded claims, but they are also blown out of proportion. Still, this crisis served to smack some of us in the face with the sturgeon of reality quick smart and show us how to buckle down and take control of our lives. I just hope some day we can look back and know we had the time of our lives.
I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you’re a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin’ through a numb skull.
Self-effaced, what’s his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don’t let up.
Sadly, this is where we end. Things don’t look all that great for us, but we plod on. Soon, we may become nothing more than dressed-up mannequins with that same severed pain in our necks, because we cut off our heads to keep ourselves, as histrionic as it may seem, from crying.
And that is why Green Day’s Nimrod is a great album for any Millennial to listen to. I still have my cassette, if there’s any takers.