Talking ‘bout My Gen, gen, gen, gen-gene—ah-ration

[tectak]

Talking ‘bout My Gen, gen, gen, gen-gene—ah-ration Unless you recall the coupon culture of the fifties it should gen gen gen ER-ation


Ya see...it all started after the "war to end all wars", WWII. “H-O-O-R-A-H!”
Men who’re over there, soon, were over here: now that the fighting was through. Who're stands readily for "Who are" but less so for Who were. Could you bring yourself to write, "Men who were over there, soon were over here: blah blah..."
Promised reward anticipated, they'd not be balked from being mated: "rewards" or it's less than one shag per man
all breedable girls found themselves quickly wed, bed, and impregnated. More correctly "..all breedable girls found themselves bedded or wedded but quick impregnated" Hmmm.
Copulation–population, at twelve o’clock high, war babies "BOOMED!"
once out they sucked and sucked until there was not a thing left to consume! Loving this if only for its clear and truthful statementalism...and if that ain't a word it should be
Penetrations unbridled, gestation unrivaled, signaled the doom
of my generation: we arrived, thinking to thrive, but found no room.
Our birth: an un-revelation, to them: we were a de-generation. Cool and very good but period after revelation.
To our needs deaf, was their avarice of mother’s milk mastication; one of your finest inversions To our needs deaf, was their avarice...Huh? of...Huh? milk mastication. Huh? Masticate your thirst away, chew a nipple every day! Yehah
though thirstily arrived, we were faux-fated by their greed to stay dry,Period
it’s hard to make bricks, with air and dry spit, no matter how hard you try,period
naught left for us, no verse or chorus, not one little musical crumb,Period
they said, “You’re second rated, degraded, generally Blind, Deaf and Dumb. Close the quotes
If they wanted—they took it; felt good—they did it: for them it was great, OK. You are giving me hoops to jump through here. I think this.
If they wanted --they took it. Felt good? They did it:blah blah MORE TO FOLLOW
despoiled the canvas, none to paint, when it was time for us to create.
So because of them our creativity was collectively squeezed,The thems are getting a bit much
just like a cunning linguist caught unawares, between two fleshy knees.

Before we started, they’d earlier won, been there and back, already done, To be honest, anything BUT a comma here. Do you care?
if a contest where trophies were won, we had a grand total of none.If IN a contest?
Unless you thought that counting our part in BIG HAIR BANDS was right and fair,
why…if you counted the physics of sheer hair mass, we’d beat them right there!Sorry about this but counting physics mass just bugs me. I'm not a proper scientist but...
We also had Travolta, the Bee Gees and “Saturday Night Fever.”
They said, “Newman—McQueen; Joplin—Hendrix; Hair—Psycho and The Beaver.”
Quietly: “Disco was big, but that’s a topic I’d as soon pass by!
I don’t remember too many crying tears when it finally died.”
KC—Gaynor, Summer and Ross, left up to me, I’d toss the whole lot,
Afro’s, platforms, boob tubes, tank tops even David Hasselhoff was hot!
The Eagles—Aerosmith and Pink Floyd; Queen—Elton John deserve a pass,deserves
yet, "Yellow Brick Road" "Candle in the Wind" were hardly classical gas!Comma after road...I am past caring...it's all just so much FUUUUNNNNN!!
Maybe Springsteen, they said he was going to be the next Bob Dylan,
but he is not even the “Boss” unless Clarence Clemons is willing.
We were a sad pathetic generation, like Knights in White Satin,
they say, we should have not ever existed, but some how we happened.Structural integrity is now abandoned in favour of hedonistic fervour. Maybe, just maybe, this works

We were proud to collect and never put away, high priced concert tees;
wore shorts too short, our hair in a Mullet, and socks pulled up to our knees.Now. We....wore our hair in a mullet. Hmm. It actually sounds OK to me. We ate our crab in a bun. Yep. It gels. Leave it alone
We had no social agenda, framework, or plan, I don’t think we cared,
like Peter Frampton, we had no real substance just illusion and air.
As to our values: they were Spartanly simple, decidedly droll,
not hard to remember, our motto was catchy, drugs—sex—rock & roll!That explains a lot. Over here it was sex'n'drugs'n'rock'n'roll.
They were the hippies, we were the freaks, tossing free love, we kept the sex.
They took drugs to find what they did, we did too, but liked being stoned the best.
Above all else, we loved rock and roll, though they say ours wasn’t as good,
but long before rap, with our sound turned up loud we cruised the neighborhood.Semi colon after "good" to weakly interfere with the conditionality of the "but"....so weak you could just drop it.
I guess it’s true, our bands just couldn’t compete with the Beatles and Stones,
our groups were those like Kansas and Boston, and other big hair band clones.
We had no cell phones, PC’s or anything that resembled the net,
and television had just three channels, cable hadn’t found us yet,
but one thing no one has had before or since were CB’s in their ride:
“Breaker, one nine” “What’s your handle,” ‘til sunspots came out and CB's died.

That was it probably, our claim to fame, a toy no one remembers.
The sixties: a bonfire, a roaring flame, and we it’s faded embers.I forgive you this cliche as you probably coined it originally and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise
Leftovers: We were the red-headed step children, the second born male,
no one ever cared or even noticed if we succeeded or failed.
Yet in life, it’s sometimes the turtle who wins out by more than a hare,
and if hunger’s the criteria for this race, we’ll always be there,
and what is at the moment by my generation viewed as a curse,
as often happens the fates respective to each, may one day reverse,
because they say, gold ever sinks and always to the top does shit float,Now, this lends a whole new meaning to inversion
so there is yet a chance of being more than just a sixties footnote.
What's not to like?
Best,
tectak

–Erthona


©2008

Dale,
This needs more time than I have right now. I want to give it my full attention. I will get back.
Best,
tectak