Our Generation
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As 18 year-olds, we could grab a 50 cent beer in the student union and hang out with our guy and gal friends. Talk about everything you could imagine.
That was when people tried to put us down, and for no other reason that I can figure other than it was because we got around. Things, they did look awful cold. It was hard all around. We just wanted them to all fade away and not even try to dig what we all were saying at that particular time, which didn't really amount to much anyway.
Remember when we all thought that there was something in the air and they called out the instigators and locked up the streets and houses? We thought that the revolution was there. But the revolution never came and before we knew it, we were waking up in the morning, popping a beer and contemplating the uncertainty of the future and the nearness of the end.
Then came the chaos of our middle ages, guards of Magog swarming around, The Pied Piper taking his children underground,
Dragons coming out of the sea and worst of all a shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me bringing fire from the skies
Finally, just when you thought that you would never get fooled again, meet the new boss, same as the old boss and you can't help yourself from falling ... again and again and again and again ...
Me? I'm just glad I didn't die before I got old.
Remember when we all thought that there was something in the air and they called out the instigators and locked up the streets and houses? We thought that the revolution was there. But the revolution never came and before we knew it, we were waking up in the morning, popping a beer and contemplating the uncertainty of the future and the nearness of the end.
Then came the chaos of our middle ages, guards of Magog swarming around, The Pied Piper taking his children underground,
Dragons coming out of the sea and worst of all a shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me bringing fire from the skies
Finally, just when you thought that you would never get fooled again, meet the new boss, same as the old boss and you can't help yourself from falling ... again and again and again and again ...
Me? I'm just glad I didn't die before I got old.
In the days of my youth
I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can
No matter how I try
I find my way to the same old jam
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown-eyed man
Well, I still don't seem to care
Sixteen I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be
It only took a couple of days
'Til she was rid of me
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me 'til the end
But when I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man
Well, I still don't seem to care
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man
But, I still don't seem to care
I know what it means to be alone
I sure do wish I was at home
I don't care what the neighbors say
I'm gonna love you each and every day
You can feel the beat within my heart
Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part
I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can
No matter how I try
I find my way to the same old jam
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown-eyed man
Well, I still don't seem to care
Sixteen I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be
It only took a couple of days
'Til she was rid of me
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me 'til the end
But when I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man
Well, I still don't seem to care
Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man
But, I still don't seem to care
I know what it means to be alone
I sure do wish I was at home
I don't care what the neighbors say
I'm gonna love you each and every day
You can feel the beat within my heart
Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part
How about some Beatles from back then:
Regarding record players with 3 speeds (33-45-78): Playing the three guitar trade offs in the "Long One" (the medley at the end of Abbey Road) at 33 (sounds like the Beatles), then 45 (sounds like a rock band) and finally 78 (sounds like a fusion band)
Revolution #9 backwards and if so, what did you hear?
Still got TOPPS Beatles cards from '64-65 in a box somewhere?
Christmas singles only fan club members received, Got any?
How about how they were depicted as loud. wild long haired teenagers playing the devil's music. It would only lead to drugs and sex. After all, look how we all turned out, we would have all been upstanding citizens if we just listened to Pat Boone instead
Regarding record players with 3 speeds (33-45-78): Playing the three guitar trade offs in the "Long One" (the medley at the end of Abbey Road) at 33 (sounds like the Beatles), then 45 (sounds like a rock band) and finally 78 (sounds like a fusion band)
Revolution #9 backwards and if so, what did you hear?
Still got TOPPS Beatles cards from '64-65 in a box somewhere?
Christmas singles only fan club members received, Got any?
How about how they were depicted as loud. wild long haired teenagers playing the devil's music. It would only lead to drugs and sex. After all, look how we all turned out, we would have all been upstanding citizens if we just listened to Pat Boone instead
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
80s? A kid! The 50s. The Cleftones from Jamaica H.S.
Berman Patterson and Charlie James were on the '55 PSAL Championship Team-Jamaica H.S. (I was a kid then back in Brooklyn)
And you were probably warned not to be too close to the TV if you had one at the time.
It was a Dumont with a five inch screen with a magnifying glass over it.
And, yes, I was warned not to sit too close.
Later
Schwinn 3 speed with banana seats, drunk driving got you a ride home, . Portable phone was a length of string and 2 tin cans. You fuckers are old !!!!!