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Escuchar Lard - Generation Execute


Letras

iGeneration (MC Lars)

And people tried to put us down, when iTunes bumped a post-Cold War sound.
My generation sat the mecca of malls, Times Square, I'm there, Viacom installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, New York met Hollywood, we ran like hell.
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agree upon this cowboy Genghis Khan?
The choice made, baby. Hey we'd take it back, logged in dropped out, MTV took track.
They sold it back to us and claimed no correlation. The iMac, iPod, iGeneration.
And I'm waiting for the day we can get out. The world is ours, that's the story no doubt.
Want to be more info super highway traffic, want to be more than a walking demographic!

CHORUS
"Hey! You're part of it." Talking about the iGeneration.
"Yeah! You're part of it." Talking about my iGeneration.

See the iGeneration knew organization meant optimization and unification,
When imagination gave participation in creation of culture a manifestation.
The Berlin Wall fell and out we came, the post-Cold War kids laid claim to AIM.
LOL, OMG, yo, BRB. Space, colon, dash, closed parenthesis.
We sat at our laptops and typed away, and found that we each had something to say.
Web-logged our fears, our hopes and dreams. Individuated by digital means.
Fiber optic lenses, DVD, Coca Cola, Disney and Mickey D's.
Flat mass culture, the norm that took holdÉ I hope I die before I get sold.

REPEAT CHORUS

This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?
This is the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T ge-na-ra-tion, see?

REPEAT CHORUS

Open Your Eyes (Sloth)

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you

Mass hysteria
Giving away
Poor translations
Feeding the hate

Do not attempt to
Adjust your reception
Interpretation
Has blocked you all out

When there is no one left to believe
Look inside yourself and be set free
Begging on my knees
Screaming absolve
Fear continues
Laugh at us all

No
No
No

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you

Claustrophobia
Making me hate
Communications
Continue the trait
I am your father
Your sister
Your brother
I'm killing your mother
While blocking you out

When there is no one left to believe
Look inside yourself and be set free
Begging on my knees
Screaming absolve
Fear continues
Laugh at us all

No
No
No

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you...
Truth is inside of you...
Truth is inside of you...

Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Truth is inside of you
Truth is inside of you
Truth is inside
Of
You
You
You

While God Saves I Destroy (Private Line)

No no no no no!
Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind!
Welcome to our Babylon!
Five shots, two ludes for a daily grind!
Bodyguards with guardian angels
Small talk with relation to strangers
** Lord the new religion is me
I don't need a guide I've got my own reputation
I'm the captain of the lost generation
While God saves I destroy!
Oh oh oh oh!
Sing out another Sin city blues!
Let's celebrate the destruction!
This is my revelation I win you lose
Light my path I make my own destination
I'm the captain of the lost generation
While god saves I destroy!
Come on smell my breath of sin
Break the chains and set me free, set me free!
Now I've got a new destination, a full reputation
While God saves I destroy!
Knock 'em down into the third degree
True Believers you won't get me, you'll see!
This is my revelation, my youth nation
While God saves I destroy
Sing out another Sin city blues!
Destroy!

Bodyguards with guardian angels
What If God created the creation
Wonder why he didn't do a better job?
God saves, God saves, God saves
While God saves I destroy!

For Future Generations (4 Him)

The signs are obvious, they are everywhere
All that we hear about is the gloom and despair
Too many would be prophets saying "it's the end of it all"
'Cause mother earth can't take much more
The hammer's gonna fall
So nature has its needs, that's a lesson learned
But it appears to me there are greater concerns
'Cause we can save the planet
Thinkin' we will somehow survive
But father time is callin' us to save somebody's life, so

(chorus)
I won't bend and I won't break
I won't water down my faith
I won't compromise in a world of desperation
What has been I cannot change
for tomorrow and today
I must be a light for future generations

If we could find a way to preserve our faith
So those who follow us, see the price that was paid
Then maybe when they question
What it's gonna take to survive
They'll find the strength to carry on
In what we leave behind

(chorus)

Lookin' in the eyes of the children
Knowing that tomorrow is at stake
When the choice is up to them
Will they have the strength to say

We won't bend and we won't break
We won't water down our faith
We won't compromise in a world of desperation
What has been we cannot change
For tomorrow and today
We must be a light for future generations

Renaissance Affair (Hooverphonics)

Sweet relief calms me down
Makes me drown Lost and found
Neighbours complain sheets are stained
Hotel shower the best around -
Spacing from paris to new york -
Silver sunglasses - silver phone -
Connect us to someone - who doesn't know -
About these feelings we can't control -
People they want us to fall down -
But we won't ever - touch the ground -
Cause we're perfectly balanced we'll float around
'Til noone is near - do you hear this sound -
Spacing from paris to new york -
Silver sunglasses - silver phone -
Connect us to someone - who doesn't know -
About these feelings we can't control -
This strange feeling captures us -
It generates this huge fuzz -
I miss you all the time I must face -
I miss your touch and your embrace

Basic Cable (Aesop Rock)

Television, all hail grand pixelated god of
Fantasy, murder scape and perspective
** a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan
With a stable diet of my cable pirate
Yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
Born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to Welcome in every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
Spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
Please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
Please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
Now, twenty first century plagued
Dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients
telecast patrons
Blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
With a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
Never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
Turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
Make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
And loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel
Plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
Lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house
Satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
Let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance
Plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great
Wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks
If I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
And that's fine, and that's fine...
Make me a star, I wanna touch gold
Hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
Deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
Crucify my little future to the monitor
Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
Zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function
But the children seem to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep
By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
Tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
And all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty
** the fortress
Riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway
Color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
To feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a six string(?) correspondence
and lurking circuitry circus
With allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
Adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
Channel zero addict, immaculate
It goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
Just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you
Plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze
Twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
So I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance
Plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing
Let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
The viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest
Touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something?
Plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon
Fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
It's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
But I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences
Plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me
Your majesty, I love you, I despise you
My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad Dramatization
Come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation

Feed Them To The Pigs (Divine Regale)

This is life,
This is life as,
As a consequence.
This apathy is murderous.

Hope is dead,
Buried by regret,
I love for nothing,
And die here for even less.

This is the path we've chosen,
Our mind and our future left to rot.

These lives are worth nothing,
Our lives worth nothing,
**.

As we watch our dreams turn into dust,
Into dust.

On these cold sheets,
Beneath this hollow corpse of a life.
They walk in shadows,
And they're feeding us our lives.

We are the walking dead,
Hearts and mimickers of unanswered dreams
We are afflicted in the blood of a lost generation

They're deceased and forgotten,
The voiceless and consumed.
We're buried and broken,
And we're rising again.

So this is life,
And words are worthless.
We've clawed our way back,
You can't destroy this,
'cause we've got nothing left to lose.
These hate-filled hearts keep burning,
We push against the grain,
And we won't turn back.

Onto the teeth,
Born from the shadows,
Burning for revenge.

Revenge.

We're burning for revenge.

Endings (BackGroundNoise)

Look out your world escapes, between the darkened corners of your mind,
When all your life you struggled to avoid the fear that comes behind.
But now your world is made of fear and death in shades of black and grey,
And there is no escape because you always turn and fight too late...

Why does your world fall away?
And time is never here to stay

So all your hopes and dreams have crumbled like a castle made of sand,
And you're a begger stumbling through a dead and dying desert land.
But when you see the world for what it really is you realise,
The only life you get is suffering, the only truth is lies...

Why does your world fall away?
And time is never here to stay

So now you know the only thing ever stays the same is you,
And now your chances are all gone, your time is up, your life is through.
Another generation fights itself to try and reach the light,
But soon they'll know the only real thing they'll ever do is die...

Another day, another life,
Another loves, another dies.

Just another ending in the mists of time.

New Breed (Glenn Tipton)

Somebody offered bad advice to me
They said i must obey reality
I never read the chapter in their book
I live on instinct and a little luck

I would go insane
I'd rather die than live the same
As all the human race
I'm a little strange

Chorus:
I'm a new breed
And i'm here to stay
I'm a new kind
I've got different ways
I'm a new breed
With new things to say
If you don't want to hear
Get the ** away from me

I've always played the devil's advocate
But never put a gun aginst your head
Insignificant like the firefly
I can ignite you and light up the sky

I would lose my mind
If i never used the steel inside
Come on don't hide behind
All those old ways

You're a new breed
And i'll guarantee
You can live again
If you follow me
I'm a new breed
I'm a new breed
With new things to say
If you don't want to hear
Get the ** away from me

Imitation generation
Iimitation generation

I've never been big on authority
Don't let them strip you of your dignity
I would go insane
I'd rather die than live the same
As all the human race
I'm a little strange

You're a new breed
And i'll guarantee
That you'l live again
If you follow me

Chorus:
I'm a new breed
And i'm here to stay
I'm a new kind
I've got different ways
I'm a new breed
With new things to say
If you don't want to hear
Get the ** away from me

I'm a new breed & i'm here to stay
I'm a new kind i got differant ways
I'm a new breed & i guarantee
That you'll live again if you follow me

Infested (Choking Victim)

If there was a god, I'm sure he would be hated,
for making bugs, this hell now don't you hate it
Sit on a coat, put on a hat,
I am infested, it happens just like that.
I'm sure I hate 'em, there ain't no maybes,
bodylice & crabs, headlice & scabies.
You take your pick.
They make me sick.
Well, I'll scratch until I bleed,
so there'll be scabs for me to pick.
It drives me mad as I scratch my body raw,
sometimes it feels like ** when I'm scratching with my paws.
Sometimes it feels better, when it gets wetter;
lubed up with puss & blood... but later I'm upsetter.
'Cause of the pain when the rash becomes inflamed,
I simply lost control, the scabies can't be blamed.
Oh yes they can!
I'll go complain to the drop in center clinic,
hook me up with some lindane!

Oh yes lindane, the stuff for the occasion,
this lotion gives you cancer with too many applications. (3x)

But I must use it. I'll be the tested.
This time it's gone too far my body is infested.
I am infested, I am infested,
this time it's gone too far, my body is infested.
I am infested, I'll be the tested,
this time it's gone too far, my body is infested...


One bug, two bug, three bugs, four,
these bugs just ** & eat, soon they'll be hundreds more.(to) Infest my head, infest my bed,
these bugs won't stop infesting 'til I kill them all dead.

Then there's the eggs, the ** catch.
If I don't delouse again, in seven days they'll hatch.
And at this time, I will truly go insane;
my nervous system shot by the use of the lindane.

It is this lotion on my generation tested,
this time it's gone too far, my body is infested.


Video


A video I made to the song Generation Execute by the band Lard. Taken from their album Pure Chewing Satisfaction. All credit goes to the band Lyrics: GENERAT...




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