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Etymology by Oyster Boy

Released on Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
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Low Generation Lyrics (by Oyster Boy)

Oh, how I hate these mornings, how my skin feels tough and worn, how my ears still ring with the sounds of last night’s soft skin getting torn. Hey, who kicked the door in? Who’s that pissing on the lawn? Where did I leave my car keys? Could someone please shut off that same old song? And when my night is over, sometime close to eight a.m., all I want to do is drive home and shower off and get back into bed. I wonder what Tom is doing. I wonder if Sartaj is home. I kind of want to go to the diner, but maybe they just want to be left alone.

I saw the best minds of my generation choke on birthday cake and sleep all day. If there’s a struggle, I’m missing it even though I’m wide awake. Have I made a mistake? Is it too late?

And now you’re out of high school and into college. You could have been a genius if only someone had believed it. And now a life of pictures and standing water. We might have wanted something bigger, but I can’t seem to put my finger on what it is. But I know it isn’t this.

If our lives were over the river, then this city is purgatory. I shouldn’t be this worried about what’s gonna happen to me. Brother Max, are you sleeping? Are those pain-killers stuck to your tongue? Did you know when your eyes closed that nothing would happen to us?

We are all sons of someone, but we can’t remember all the roots of our etymology. Now I look in the mirror, and I see your eyes staring, but your graces are all wasted in me. All my boys in the diner are waiting for something, but the feeling is that we’ve had enough. I resign to be silent and think about nothing, because nothing’s gonna happen to us. I will stand on the sidewalk and think about nothing, because that’s what’s gonna become of us.


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