Saturday, September 21, 2002
ALLAN GINSBERG MEETS ALT.ROCK!!! dear brother Phil found an old They Might Be Giants album at the Gaxaly Library last week -- and has been playing it almost constantly! Personally, I am not impressed with 90% of the tunes (that's ok I'm old and boring!) But I have fallen in love with Trac 6. (dear brother jon told me about this tune last month, and even tried to sing it for me (he knew I'd like it!) But his version wasn't quite the same as the real one! (I love you jon. And I love to listen to you sing!! ) (and I'm not just saying that to get on your good side before I ask you to help me fix the link on this page or find my missing archives!!)
Selected Excerpts . . . .
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
Selected Excerpts . . . .
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think