Lyrics

The Conservative

The following lyrics are from songs on The Blank Generation EP (soon to be released):

Mysterious Boy

(L. Fanning)

Hiding all my vanity

Pretend I'm in the human race

But no one wants to notice me 

at all

Frustrated 

Imbrued

By the transgressions of the past

Does anyone know me at all?

Alone

I'm

Mysterious

I'm a mysterious boy

to the world that

surrounds me

Tired of being ignored

But am I at least

Free?

Gonna fight until the end

and refuse to be a screaming tree

Right

Now

My art continues

to disappoint

Do I really have potential at all?

I guess I'll have to make it alone

Alone

I'm

Mysterious

I'm a mysterious boy

to the world that

surrounds me

Tired of being ignored

But am I at least

Free?

Gonna fight until the end

and refuse to be a screaming tree

Right 

Now

Alone

I'm

Powerful

I'm a mysterious boy

to the world that

surrounds me

Tired of being ignored

But am I at least

Free?

Gonna fight until the end

and refuse to be a screaming tree

I'm going to be heard in

The 

End

Rock 'n' Roll Elegy

(The Blank Generation)

Lewis, Holly, Berry had style

The Beatles, Kinks and Stones rocked wild

Listen to the Doors, Hendrix and Stooges

The Velvets, Zappa and Roxy Music

But in the End

What does it mean?

Just some mortal

Hopeless dream

The Ramones, Hell, Dead Boys made a scream

The Germs, Flag, X, the LA Punk Scene

Bauhaus, Threat, Distortion, romantics

The Dead Kennedys, Crass, angry antics

But in the End

What does it mean?

Just some mortal

Hopeless dream

You died a long time ago

Though some still use your name

They can pretend but it's just not the same

Garden, Trees, Green River

Seattle changed rock forever,

But when Cobain shot the final sigh

That's the day that it all died

My rock 'n' roll elegy

The Machine

(K. Penich)

I am a victim of negligence, a product of decadence

Plagued by boredom, enslaved with responsibility

My life, it is the epitome of mediocrity

It was never knowledge we sought

Instead we were given prescribed thought

This fate, they manufactured it for me

So am I free?

I am a sucker to the media, fool for the propaganda

I am the image of conformity and the sum of apathy

Is this the American Dream or the Orwellian Nightmare?

It was never knowledge we sought

Instead we were given prescribed thought

This fate, they manufactured it for me

So am I free?

Do I even really care?

Youth Angst

(L. Fanning)

Through books I’ve been so many places

Passed through so many times

I’ve absorbed cultures from all the races

and I’ve taken so many lives

I’ve sipped water up from the Nile

Passed through the cold of the Everest tip

But when I wake up, this world so vile

Every move, every move makes me sick

Got a brain, got a life, got a name

through hysteria I’ve been stained

want to scream, want to scream as the blood (stains)

is with the youth angst that’s in my veins

I’ve felt the blood from the Crown of Thorns

and after so long I tried to wash it away

But through the water, my skin was torn

and let this blood, a remainder to stay

Preachers and teachers want to make me a clone

But I won’t stay cautious of the Video Screen

Authority wants to keep my mind at home

and let this youth angst manifest in me

Got a brain, got a life, got a name

through hysteria I’ve been stained

want to scream, want to scream as the blood (stains)

is with the youth angst that’s in my veins

Itching powder in my mane

Awakes the youth angst in my veins

Every routine wants to be the same

Causes all this youth angst in my veins

As the day then ends,

I spread saliva over my cracking lips

The routine gives way to desavoo again

So tired of the same ol’ town

Same old kids, the same damn street

Goon dream and make it out of this town

Same old kids - THE SAME DAMN STREET!  

The following lyrics are what we have so far of the upcoming Blank Generation album (expect it around July or August 2003):

The Untouchable

(K. Penich)

Riddle of the Sphinx, can you solve my enigma?

Like Frankenstein you created me, this horrible monster

I am the untouchable, for difference is your highest stigma

Medusa eyes, can you see much?

The one despised, with defiling touch

Excommunicate me

Why do you hate me?

An Antichrist disease, my very mind is your cancer

Repulsive leper, swelling with hate but only for your fear 

You made me the untouchable; will it always be your answer?

Medusa eyes, you can't see much

I am despised, with defiling touch

Excommunicate me

Why do you hate me?

Blind, you won't touch me

Unfeeling, you don't even see

Emancipate me from desire

Lest I burn in their scornful fire

What You've Done

(K. Penich)

Somewhere in the distance a church bell tolls for hope

But here in the city, the people can no longer cope

I don't know how it started, but when I got downtown

Shards of shrapnel glass sparkled on the streets all around

With the stench of napalm, half the town was burning down

The pretenses of peace and love are gone

Given way to the adrenaline hate you're running on

Call me the monster, but look what you've done

Saw a man shooting up, oblivious to the chaos in the streets

Meanwhile another has cornered a young girl he meets

Someone took innocence and forced it between the sheets

The pretenses of peace and love are gone

Given way to the adrenaline hate you're running on

Call me the monster, but look what you've done

Look what you've done

Somewhere in the distance a church bell tolls in vain

Now that the world's gone mad, it may never be sane

Hope Abandoned

(K. Penich)

My only hope was in innocence

And there, I saw her drowning

Only I, monster, came to her defense

I saved the child from dying

And in that moment hope arose and opposed my desolation

I looked into the young girl's eyes

And I saw there was no fear in them

Yet untainted by her kind's hateful lies

I was no longer a thing to condemn

And in that moment rapturous hope overcame my desolation

But then I heard men shouting and I knew

They'd steal hope from me, innocence from her

A man grabbed her away, and then I knew

My hope's creator would become her corruptor

And in that moment of waving torches, menacing pitchforks, and avenging cries, innocent hope had failed me, and violent desolation took over

Don't Get Your Hopes Up

(K. Penich)

I tried to make things fit, but what was the use?

To them I was a monster and only fit for the noose

If there's one thing that life for me has shown

It's don't get your hopes up, 'cause you'll always be alone

Why did I ever try to gain a human nature?

When I found first-hand the inhumanity of that creature

It's the truth I find around life's every bend

Don't get your hopes up, 'cause the pain will never end

Now I accept that my freedom will always be to be alone

And that my existence can only come at the price of pain

And I accept now what I have always really known

That I mustn't get my hopes up, because all life is in vain

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