I disagree with screamingly. It's not about kids being better than us, it's about all of us (and maybe especially the kids) ignoring reality, forgetting the past, not living up to (or fighting for) the dreams we once had.
"When I get to the bottom of it I sink
Seems like nothing I said
Ever meant anything
But a headline over my head
Thought I made a stand
Only made a scene
There's no feast for the underfed
All the unknown, dying or dead
Keep showing up in my dreams
They stand at the end of my bed
Have I ever really helped anybody but myself"
She dreamed about her fans, people who listened to her music, and wonders if she's ever helped anyone (any of the unknown fans, alive or gone). Wonders if she made a difference, if her songs had any power at all, and she sinks (depression) with the possible/probable answer.
"Our parents, daughters, and sons
Believed in the power of songs
What if those days are gone
My memory is strong
Anyone not dying is dead
And baby it won't be long
So shut up and carry on
The scream becomes a yawn"
Generations (ours and our parent's) believed in protest songs, in asking the right questions, but these days seem to be gone. The memory remains, but that might be it, just a memory. Have we become too lazy and tired to keep screaming?
Might as well shut up and carry on, it all goes so fast anyway...
I disagree with screamingly. It's not about kids being better than us, it's about all of us (and maybe especially the kids) ignoring reality, forgetting the past, not living up to (or fighting for) the dreams we once had.
"When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed All the unknown, dying or dead Keep showing up in my dreams They stand at the end of my bed Have I ever really helped anybody but myself" She dreamed about her fans, people who listened to her music, and wonders if she's ever helped anyone (any of the unknown fans, alive or gone). Wonders if she made a difference, if her songs had any power at all, and she sinks (depression) with the possible/probable answer.
"Our parents, daughters, and sons Believed in the power of songs What if those days are gone My memory is strong Anyone not dying is dead And baby it won't be long So shut up and carry on The scream becomes a yawn"
Generations (ours and our parent's) believed in protest songs, in asking the right questions, but these days seem to be gone. The memory remains, but that might be it, just a memory. Have we become too lazy and tired to keep screaming?
Might as well shut up and carry on, it all goes so fast anyway...