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letra de generation - nicholas merz

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through the cold eyes of morning
an outline appears
windowpane
the reflection’s name
mumbling out the list of fears

fear of wakin’
fear of achin’
fear of goin’
fear of knowin’
fear of waitin’
fear of stayin’
fear of sleep
fear of belief

in the shadow that’s cast under
reaches out far enough to find
the sp-ce that’s left
in the mind that rests
without the tick-tock of time

there’s a roof over the ceiling
that’s rain outside you’re hearin’
it’s not much
they took out a loan
but it’s done them fine
for their first home

get a head start
leave and go
memories made it hard
and slow

look at him now
he’s a current man
his freedom comes with
dollar in hand

in the middle of the country
lined in by states
way outside the city
where some can relate
a person walks in open sp-ce
leaving the name of that very place

books are being forgotten
the knowledge in them waitin’
as some kid just passing
the funny thing is
when some old-timer shares the plot
kid turns and makes it his

wears it like a patch
points as people pass
finger finds the patch
people pursue that patch
sudden shocker
there’s a crowd that’s gathered
young consumers buying in

there’s a woman in a car
the car ain’t movin’
the car sure is runnin’
the car ain’t movin’
the choice to turn the key
the choice made by she
to keep the car runnin’

turn those papers to the boss man
shake hands out of respect
fill the time
what can one expect
when none of them
are on the line

behind an ice cream parlor
it’s the dead of winter
finger points to a feathered head
you’re offending the natives
the white male says
she’s [?]
honestly you’d have to ask my relatives

when the new model arrived
they found them selves in line
heads down pretending
to check the time
it’s a statement
to stand out
that’s what the ad was
all about

there’s man right there
he’s laborin’
that’s dust around he’s breathin’
is this your craft
asks a young wife
if that’s what you want to
call my life
he says

in the night service of mourning
the family is gathered
sharing stories
that brought them together
finding last reasons to say never

from the open eyes of evening
an outline appears
windowpane
the reflection’s
speaking words without feeling

love of wakin’
love of achin’
love of goin’
love of knowin’
love of waitin’
love of stayin’
love of relief
love of belief

in the shadow that’s gone under
fading
just below the light
within
the tick-tock of time

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