You have to wonder how a song like this gets made. I mean, you'd think Stephen Stills would have some friends, or a producer, that'd take him aside and let him know, "Hey, this song makes you sound like a self-satisfied old fossil. Is that what you were going for?"
To summarize this song:
The older generation from the sixties is racist war mongers. The generation after the baby boomers is nothing but violent tweakers and know-it-alls. People on TV (or whatever means in the last verse) are fat assholes. The only generation that gets a bit of slack is, surprise, surprise, the bloody boomers.
The boomers grew up in a time of relatively low responsibility and great economic prospects. Generation "x" was the first generation to earn less than the generation previous. Since then we've had a culture of AIDS scares, Vietnam aftershocks and zero-tolerance drug policies facilitated by the insufferable former hippies.
It's truly baffling a songwriter could harbor such my-shit-don't-stink delusions.
You have to wonder how a song like this gets made. I mean, you'd think Stephen Stills would have some friends, or a producer, that'd take him aside and let him know, "Hey, this song makes you sound like a self-satisfied old fossil. Is that what you were going for?"
To summarize this song: The older generation from the sixties is racist war mongers. The generation after the baby boomers is nothing but violent tweakers and know-it-alls. People on TV (or whatever means in the last verse) are fat assholes. The only generation that gets a bit of slack is, surprise, surprise, the bloody boomers.
The boomers grew up in a time of relatively low responsibility and great economic prospects. Generation "x" was the first generation to earn less than the generation previous. Since then we've had a culture of AIDS scares, Vietnam aftershocks and zero-tolerance drug policies facilitated by the insufferable former hippies.
It's truly baffling a songwriter could harbor such my-shit-don't-stink delusions.