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I hate my generation I offer no apologies I hate my generation, yeah I hate my generation I picked it up and threw it away I hate my generation It's alright It's alright I hate my generation Now that I said it I feel liberated I hate my generation now I hate my generation I offer no apologies I hate my generation now It's alright alright alright I hate my I hate my I hate my |
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| 2. |
| 3:23 |
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I'm a little rocket ship I'll take you on a little trip We'll leave this planet far behind I'm a little tired of it and you're a little weary I can tell yeah yeah Well I'm a little rocket ship And you are Queen Andromeda of all the stars those with names and those in clusters You are on account of the infinite So can't you see that I'm a little rocket ship I'm a little rocket ship I'll take you on a little trip And leave this planet far behind Do you suppose that they've been here? I don't know, but I've been there. Do you wanna come along? I'm a little rocket ship and you are crowned with them magnificent all the stars those with names and those in dingy drag bars They plead with you not to go to Pleiades or Scorpio and I'm a little rocket ship |
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| 3. |
| 5:40 |
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Cigarettes and carrot juice And get yourself a new tattoo For those sleeveless days of June I'm sitting on the Caf?Xeno's steps With a book I haven't started yet Watching all the girls walk by... Could I take you out? I'll be yours without a doubt On that Big Dipper And if the sound of this it frightens you We could play it real cool And act somewhat indifferent And hey June why'd you have to come Why'd you have to come around, so soon? I wasn't ready for all this nature The terrible green green grass And violent blooms of flowered dresses And afternoons that make me sleepy But we could wait awhile Before we push that dull turnstile Into the passage The thousands they have tread And others sometimes fled Before the turn came And we could wait our lives Before a chance arrives Before the passage From the top you can see Monterey Or think about San Jose Though I know it's not that pleasant And hey Jim, Kerouac Or so he likes to say. Lucky bastard He's sitting on the cafe Xeno's steps With a girl I'm not over yet Watching all the world go by "Boy you're looking bad Did I make you feel that sad? I'm honestly flattered." But if she asks me out, I'll be hers without a doubt On that Big Dipper Cigarettes, and carrot juice And get yourself a new tattoo For those sleeveless days of June... I'm sitting on the Caf?Xeno's steps... I haven't got the courage yet I haven't got the courage yet I haven't got the courage yet |
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| 4. |
| 3:24 |
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Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you Where ya going to? If you want me let me take you 'Cause in my life I got nothing to believe in Except for you I got nothing to believe in Whatcha looking for? If you want it I will find it. Yeah whatcha looking for? If you want me let me find it. 'Cause in my life I got nothing to believe in Except for you I got nothing to believe in And I feel fine I feel fine Yeah I feel fine I feel fine 'Cause in my life I got nothing to believe in Except for you I got nothing to believe in Except for you I got nothing to believe in I feel fine Yeah I feel infe I feel fine, I feel fine, Yeah I feel fine Yeah I feel fine I feel fine, Yeah I feel fine |
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| 5. |
| 3:44 |
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This is the Golden Age
It's hard to imagine With the way I feel today That this is the Golden Age The Golden Age Somewhere I failed Somewhere I lost you In a black crowd of crows And shiny things I can't remember This is the Golden Age This is the Golden Age The Golden Age It seems like I'm high But baby I'm crawling In the unbearable days I threw away But I should have savored The flaxen light Off of the dying wheat Your rye whiskey mouth And your dandelion teeth This is the Golden Age This is the Golden Age This is the Golden Age This is the Golden Age |
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| 6. |
| 2:40 |
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Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Well the year of the redneck mama It was announced by the sign of a comet Hanging in the sky at 3 AM Again and again again and again and I say 100 flower power maximum 100 flower power maximum 100 flower power maximum Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Well the year of the redneck mama It was announced by the sign of a comet Hanging in the sky at 3AM That's right! Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up Let's pick it up 100 flower power maximum 100 flower power maximum 100 flower power maximum Let's pick it up |
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| 7. |
| 7:09 |
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We went down to the old part of town by the stinking canal and the cotton mill Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on with a gesture she said to me: "I really must confess I'd like to get undressed with you." And though the thought had never really crossed my mind Oh that was a line So I went along. We ran out Under the turning leaves The fetid earth it was damp and cool Well Autumn's feeble light on her salty neck all innocence, it was lost I really must confess I am feeling quite distressed My stars are always crossed And I have always taken more than I have given back, and as a matter of fact, I've given nothing up |
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| 8. |
| 4:10 |
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Cold summer wheat It sways in the breeze till it fades in the autumn to brown Cool summer grass it beckons and calls and I lie here with you in my heart I can't forget you I can't forget you I can't forget you at all Birds take to the sky they never alight they circle around forever Now I tried but I failed to hide and disguise this one simple sentiment I can't forget you I can't forget you I can't forget you No No I can't forget you I can't forget you I can't forget you at all No No |
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| 9. |
| 5:00 |
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It's been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie. It's been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie. She claps her hands and snaps her fingers Knows my name but calls me Ginger Been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie. Hey Hey Hey Yeah Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie It's been a long time since I've been so very low. It's been a long time since I've been so very low. When I was young, you were no stranger Around the world and slipped through my fingers, It's been a long time since I've been so very low. Hey Hey Hey Yeah Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie |
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| 10. |
| 2:19 |
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I'm so fucking sick I'm the king of the world. I'm a genius of useless stuff Some people they gotta work Well I just hang around. A dreaming' up useless stuff So if I call you from time to time I said my life is such a drag and I feel like a hag please shut me up. Girl would you like to live my life And I'll be with you tonight and I'll be your useless stuff Now everybody wants to be our friend So we act real Zen, and hang around with movie stars So if I call you from time to time I said my life is such a drag and I feel like a hag, kick me in the ass. Girl would you like to live my life And I'll be with you tonight and I'll be your useless stuff yeah I'll be your useless stuff Can I be your useless stuff |
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| 11. |
| 3:25 |
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You can still come and bring me coffee in the morning. You can still come and make me chicken fried steak. Or you can live your life with whomever you please to As long as someone takes good care of me. You know I don't mind. How can I live without you if it means I gotta get a job? You could still come and bring me those fancy pastries. You can still come and crawl into my bed. Or you can live your life with whomever you please to, As long as someone takes good care of me. You know I don't mind. How can I live without you if it means I gotta get a job |
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| 12. |
| 4:24 |
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And it's a long long way to the top But when you come down It's one headlong rush You've got an itch to scratch The shiny bits of light Hanging like stars Hanging like stars And Mary says you're such a restless soul My bicycle spaniard My magyar of cold You've got an itch to find what's best left lost and cold My bicycle spaniard My poor restless soul My bicycle spaniard My poor restless soul |
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