Blank Generation

I was sayin' let me outta here before I was even born,
it's such a gamble when you get a face,
it's fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does,
but when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place.

I belong to the blank generation,
and I can take it or leave it each time.
I belong to the generation,
but I can take it or leave it each time.

Triangles were fallin' at the window as the doctor cursed,
he was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye,
the nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first,
the doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, "God's consolation prize!"

I belong to the blank generation,
and I can take it or leave it each time.
I belong to the generation,
but I can take it or leave it each time.

To hold the TV to my lips, the air so packed with cash,
then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot,
to lose my train of thought and fall into your arms tracks,
and watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot

I belong to the blank generation,
and I can take it or leave it each time.
I belong to the generation,
but I can take it or leave it each time.

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Parece que nunca me voy a dar cuenta de las cosas. Le sigo haciendo daño a la gente. Pero lo sorprendente no es eso, sino mi actitud de “no me importa”. Me volví egoísta, un asco de persona. Trato de convencerme de que no lo soy, de que tengo arreglo. Pero es evidente que no. Y me da rabia que todos piensen que soy buena persona, porque no lo soy. Ya perdí un montón de relaciones (de amistad, de cualquier cosa). Pero como diría Corey T.: “You learn the lessons and immediately forget them”. Me sigo equivocando, sigo cometiendo los mismos errores una y otra vez, y esta vez, no es la excepción. Quiero que la gente me quiera, cuando lo hacen, me siento invadida. No hay mierda que me venga bien, esa es la verdad. Pero en el camino lastimo gente constantemente, y me lastimo a mi también. ¿Por qué evito los problemas, en lugar de resolverlos? ¿Por qué dejo a la gente cuando mas me necesita? ¿Por qué escribo este tipo de cosas si sé que no voy a cambiar?. Matenme. Esa es la solución.

Dig Up Her Bones

Anything is what she is.
Anywhere is where she's from.
Anything is what she'll be.
Anything as long as it's mine.
And the door it opens, is the way back in or is it the way back out.

Anyplace is where she'll be.
Anyplace she'll see you from.
Lies and secrets become your world
anytime, anywhere, she takes me away. And death climbs up the steps one by one to give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.

Point me to the sky above,
I can get there on my own,
walk me to the graveyard
dig up her bones.

I have seen the demon's face.
I have heard of her death place .
I fall down on my knees
in praise of the horrible things that took her away.
And death climbs up the steps one by one
to give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.

Point me to the sky above,
I can get there on my own,
walk me to the graveyard
dig up her bones.