Forgotten Generation 83
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When the time comes, will they think of us?
will they think of you?
I say nay -
and again I must say -
It's a foolish persons thought,
that anyone who has ever been taught,
in the cryptic way,
we display,
our pitiful lives
That there is hope beyond a thought,
That hasn't been outright bought,
As time stands distraught,
We stand back in dismay,
As we are bought and sold,
born untold:
Monard Benigh...
They didn't speak,
they didn't think,
They didn't want
they didn't stop:
Monard Benigh
We were conceived
without reprieve,
Monard benigh
I wouldn't know
what the world bestows,
Monard Benigh
It's just a joke,
Because we are stuck in this yoke
Monard Benigh
Monard Benigh
Why are we drifting in this silly game,
Where no one really cares,
Monard Benigh
Let go
Just don't let it be so
Monard Benigh..
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It's all dark and strange,
Makes no sense
Makes no sense
If you can let it go
then let it go
Let it go...
Who am I?
Who are we?
Did they ever give us a name
BUt they placed us in a quiet corner,
In a shadowy space,
Far from the open air -
with walls closing in,
They drink, they smoke, they whisper muffled words,
The ghosts look at them and sigh -
What men have we bred -
What jokers strut the stage - Scotch Play thank thee -
Golden words of long ago -
The warrior race long sleeping in a nice and folded memory
Let them drink - let them drink -
What do they care?
It's only up to us to care
As we carry the anvil of the world on our backs...
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I think of you, when the skies are blue,
Monard Benigh.
Why don't they say
The price we'd pay,
Monard Benigh
Monard Benigh
When I think of you, in the summer dew
Monard Benigh
It doesn't seem real - up with the lifetime reel,
Monard Benigh
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So it seemed I was here to stay
Didn't have a lot to say
How could I ever have been
So Happy
Forgotten Generation
We were of the Forgotten Generation
We are the forgotten generation
Was it a mistake?
Did we ever fake
Our lives so true?
Don't you task me
When I am free
Monard Benigh
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I think of you, when the skies are blue,
Monard Benigh.
Why don't they say
The price we'd pay,
Monard Benigh
When I think of you, in the summer dew
Monard Benigh
It doesn't seem real - up with the lifetime reel,
Monard Benigh
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I walked with my back bent low
I had nothing to show
They said this way and that
And I had nothing to say in that
This game they made for me
This pre-planned destiny
(serious chorus)
It was an empty hole
But they sold me all
Yes
Monard Benigh
They made me work for pence
at my mere expense
Monard Benigh
Monard Benigh
For them it was a joke
Made by a sick messed up folk
Monard Benigh
- -
I go by like a strange sound that is
never heard
except by a hundred ears,
through the passing of years
and who cares?
Whoever cares?
Except you - maybe you.
LET’S BE HONEST…
But as hard as it seems
if we have to be
something more
than just a dream
If we are to live the dream…
Be that odd thing again
that thing from youth;
But we know in our hearts that
tattered hoof,
has trotted its last -
in the old sand
Reshape the thing
You have always lived within,
It’s like making glass out of sand.
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Then I saw the skies
With my real life eyes
What a demise
Monard Benigh
It was more than a dream
How all shiny it all seemed,
Monard Benigh.
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Time does it’s thing,
Either for or against;
It has its whims,
It choses certain things,
But I digress.
We are in a game
and its rules are insane,
and we all play the same…
Monard Benigh…
I try to turn away,
but the road won’t sway,
I ask it why?
Monard Benigh
We are all stuck too,
the same old Tune,
Monard Benigh…
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I won’t be
And You wont be
The hand that rings the bell in the sky
I won’t be shining the lights on the hills up high,
or build the road other eyes will see
and many feet will follow,
My voice will melt like the snow
You will not hear me, like you do not hear the wind blow,
by some far out creak,
or in the depths of time.
Because we are forgotten
Forgotten.
Yes, we are forgotten,
The Forgotten generation.
We are the Forgotten generation.
We are, the lost,
The Lost generation,
We are the forgotten generation
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Lost and forgotten,
The forgotten Generation.
They left us,
Retreated like the seas,
fleeing from the beach
without reach
no hand was offered to lift us up,
no soft words to soften the stone from which our hearts were wrought,
Cast like a bottle into the depths
left to float,
float,
while others young and old gloat,
We vanish into the skies, neither rising or falling,
We just float, like dust in the wind -
Because we are forgotten
Forgotten.
Yes, we are forgotten,
The Forgotten generation.
We are the Forgotten generation.
We are, the lost,
The Lost generation,
We are the forgotten generation
83
Lost and forgotten,
The forgotten Generation.
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I didn’t realise how,
How bright my eyes once were -
Before the curtains closed
Monard Benigh
And Now it’s too late
to reopen the gate
and turn back time
Monard Benigh
I have made my path
It’s been set for me,
A forgotten memory
Monard Benigh
Monard Benigh
Maybe that is the best for me
Happy and free
Gone with it all Monard Benigh
—-
Dust in the wind
stars burning dead a million miles away
yet flowers lift their heads
the dance is real
it’s real
live it
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