Title track from Blabpipe's 2018 rock album, Gen X.
Blabpipe
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This song captures the essence of the lost generation.
Gen·er·a·tion X
*the generation born after that of the baby boomers (roughly from the early 1960s to late 1970s), often perceived to be disaffected and directionless.
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Superman and Lois Lane, falling off that stupid train
Even when the gods decide, where to run and where to hide
Drowning in the pouring rain, I have never been to Spain
Burning like a swollen tide, open up and spread it wide
Roller blades and shifty curves, tiny dots get on my nerves
Even when the gods decide where to run and where to hide
Drive a car that only swerves, munching on some tasty herbs
Burning like a swollen tide, open up and spread it wide
Holding on to what we remember
Summer days get left behind sipping on your favorite wine
Tiny men in tidy bowls, serve 'em up with comfort rolls
Even when the gods demand, leaking in the desert sand
Burning like a swollen tide, open up and spread it wide
Drive a car that never swerves, munching on some tasty herbs
Summer days get left behind sipping on your favorite wine
Even when the gods demand, leaking poorly in the sand
Burning like a swollen tide, open up and spread it wide
Holding on to what we remember
Superman and Lois Lane, falling off that stupid train
Even when the gods decide, where to run and where to hide
Drowning in the pouring rain, I have never been to Spain
Burning like a swollen tide, open up and spread it wide
Roller blades and shifty curves, tiny dots get on my nerves
Even when the gods decide where to run and where to hide
Drive a car that only swerves, munching on some tasty herbs
Blind spots rotting on the vine, generation left behind
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