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80s

We have no past, we won't reach back

80s

Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be

Every day, every night
In that old familiar light
You hung up when I called you at home
And I try to get through
And I try to talk to you
But there's something stopping me from getting through

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat

But we did nothing
Absolutely bupkis
That day

'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school

My words are like a rope.
that's wrapped around my throat.
Wash my mouth with soap.
For words unfit to quote.

1970s

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the new-fangled way

But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels