Lyrics

Don't really like to post lyrics... Think I've mentioned that before. Somehow it always gives people the wrong idea... My last lyrics post had several wild guesses ventured upon it, and although no one had tried psychoanalysing it yet (at least, I hope not) and attempting to probe at the author's (non-existent) intentions, I thought I shan't try again, altho there're lots of slow, sad melancholic songs that I'm fond of.

However... I came along these set of lyrics in my Musicals CD that I found pretty irressistable =P So here's an excerpt~!

The Other Generation
from Flower Drum Song

Well, the more I see of grownups
The less I want to grow.
The more I see what they have learned
The less I want to know.
And yet we've got to all grow up,
There's no place else to go.
I wonder why we're all so poor
And they've got all the dough!

What are we going to do about
The Other Generation?
How will ever communicate
Without communication?

When we are using words the modern way,
They're much too big to try to dig
The colorful things we say.

If we could take over the training of The Other Generation,
We know we could improve them quite a lot.
But they will never let us.
They stay the way they met us,
And so we're simply stuck with what we've got.--You can't improve them.--
The kids are simply stuck with what they've got.
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So, you crummy grown-ups-to-be! Remember what it's like to be a kid, thinking how weird these adults are? We seem to be degenerating all the time -_- Oh, to be a kid again...... "And yet we've got to all grow up, there's no place else to go."