There's a huge range of ages on Lush and this has been in my head for a while.
For me there's 2 songs that define my generation (I'm 26).
The 1st is Land of Confusion (either version). I'm partial to the remake by Disturbed but that's just me. This song speaks to me on so many levels and the chorus it strikes a cord in my heart every time I hear it. Just as much meaning today as when Genesis first recorded it.
The 2nd is Young by Hollywood Undead. This one I can't explain it just speaks to me. It just makes sense
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1 or 2 songs that you think define your generation.
Whoa! One or two songs for my generation!!!
I was and still am a peace loving, free love, tree hugging flower child.
More like artists - Beatles, Stones, Peter Paul & Mary, their ilk, and the War Protest songs
(and before any one ask - I was an Air Force medic, honorably discharged)
And this song which still holds hope for peace -
I was and still am a peace loving, free love, tree hugging flower child.
More like artists - Beatles, Stones, Peter Paul & Mary, their ilk, and the War Protest songs
(and before any one ask - I was an Air Force medic, honorably discharged)
And this song which still holds hope for peace -
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Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana)
Out of Space (The Prodigy)
Out of Space (The Prodigy)
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It's hard to define people from my generation in general, as some of them are very inspired and ambitious, others not so much.
But I love the harshness of this French song (translated in English down below).
Damien Saez - Pilule (Pill)
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so fucking sad I want to die.
When you truly own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off.
I roam the streets, places where nobody awaits me,
the ones I meet stare through my empty gaze.
I talk to inconspicuous people like me,
slaves wearing muzzles, knowing better than to talk.
I'm playing dead, I'm showing off, I pretend to exist,
but in the shadow of the mirror I see nothing but sadness.
Paranoid in the streets, I'm fucking ranting.
Hooked on money, I want to be buried,
in a golden coffin, no less, but can only afford the mass grave.
One day for sure I'll end up grabbing a gun,
and I'll go out in the street, just move and I'll smoke you!
They'll send me to rock bottom with a bullet in the head,
but that'll be no fucking worse than my fucking everyday life.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I have friends and lovers, I don't know their names.
We all wander the webs, we're sure caught inside them.
We're sure of nothing at all, nothing but emptiness, thin air,
we're sure of nothing, nothing but dead, living dead.
I dream of meeting the Miami girls one day,
and the subway stations go by, I get off at Vitry.
In the subway passages I spit on the walls,
but the nation is watching me, the nation is watching me.
I am a dead man, stuck between four walls.
I am- I am- I am- I am a modern man.
I bang my head and try to escape,
but the watchtowers follow me, yeah they follow me.
I know they watch me up there, from the satellites.
I try to escape in my American dreams.
What future awaits me ? The knife, the stab in the back.
I know for sure, deep inside, they want to do me in.
Three days in the subway, me I follow the herd,
toward the slaughterhouse, on all fours, on my back.
They'll do the same tricks they did to my parents and yours,
so that a motherfucking shareholder can swim with the dolphins.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so fucking sad I want to die.
When you truly own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off, yeah.
Amphetamine over Lexomil, ecstasy over Valium,
the heroin of my nights, acids in chewing gums.
Some pills for mom, some anti-self-deprecants,
some Viagra for old people, tranquilizers for children.
Neuroleptics everywhere, we're just dreaming of the day,
when we'll stop fighting against the light.
The society is lost, our loves subdued by tranquilizers,
in a slumber, in the hearts of these trainloads of losers.
Tell me, when will it come, the day of enthusiasm?
Here it's all over, Paris is not Paris anymore.
Among righteous leftists and anarchists of my country,
the only light comes from TV and only the girls say yes.
Satellite, ecstasy, my mind in an artificial slumber.
Will I see them one day, the Miami girls?
Modern times in the coal mine, I try to know who I am,
a sunburn will cost you dearly.
Porn and spliffs have no effect on me, not anymore.
Me, I spit my poison in the face of destiny.
Subway stations are my only route,
under the acid rains, trying to dodge the drops.
So at night I wander like a wolf in the plain,
who will refill the poison in the vein?
And I seek in the stars someone I could offer my body to,
in the pigsty nightclubs I wallow on the dance-floors.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/pilule-pill.html
But I love the harshness of this French song (translated in English down below).
Damien Saez - Pilule (Pill)
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so fucking sad I want to die.
When you truly own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off.
I roam the streets, places where nobody awaits me,
the ones I meet stare through my empty gaze.
I talk to inconspicuous people like me,
slaves wearing muzzles, knowing better than to talk.
I'm playing dead, I'm showing off, I pretend to exist,
but in the shadow of the mirror I see nothing but sadness.
Paranoid in the streets, I'm fucking ranting.
Hooked on money, I want to be buried,
in a golden coffin, no less, but can only afford the mass grave.
One day for sure I'll end up grabbing a gun,
and I'll go out in the street, just move and I'll smoke you!
They'll send me to rock bottom with a bullet in the head,
but that'll be no fucking worse than my fucking everyday life.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I have friends and lovers, I don't know their names.
We all wander the webs, we're sure caught inside them.
We're sure of nothing at all, nothing but emptiness, thin air,
we're sure of nothing, nothing but dead, living dead.
I dream of meeting the Miami girls one day,
and the subway stations go by, I get off at Vitry.
In the subway passages I spit on the walls,
but the nation is watching me, the nation is watching me.
I am a dead man, stuck between four walls.
I am- I am- I am- I am a modern man.
I bang my head and try to escape,
but the watchtowers follow me, yeah they follow me.
I know they watch me up there, from the satellites.
I try to escape in my American dreams.
What future awaits me ? The knife, the stab in the back.
I know for sure, deep inside, they want to do me in.
Three days in the subway, me I follow the herd,
toward the slaughterhouse, on all fours, on my back.
They'll do the same tricks they did to my parents and yours,
so that a motherfucking shareholder can swim with the dolphins.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
I take the subway amid the pack, I dream of flying,
to these warm countries far away from here,
away from this job that's killing me, digging my grave.
I wake up and take sleeping pills.
All days are the same, that's so fucking sad I want to die.
When you truly own nothing but the paycheck every month,
the TV, the couch and the loan to pay off, yeah.
Amphetamine over Lexomil, ecstasy over Valium,
the heroin of my nights, acids in chewing gums.
Some pills for mom, some anti-self-deprecants,
some Viagra for old people, tranquilizers for children.
Neuroleptics everywhere, we're just dreaming of the day,
when we'll stop fighting against the light.
The society is lost, our loves subdued by tranquilizers,
in a slumber, in the hearts of these trainloads of losers.
Tell me, when will it come, the day of enthusiasm?
Here it's all over, Paris is not Paris anymore.
Among righteous leftists and anarchists of my country,
the only light comes from TV and only the girls say yes.
Satellite, ecstasy, my mind in an artificial slumber.
Will I see them one day, the Miami girls?
Modern times in the coal mine, I try to know who I am,
a sunburn will cost you dearly.
Porn and spliffs have no effect on me, not anymore.
Me, I spit my poison in the face of destiny.
Subway stations are my only route,
under the acid rains, trying to dodge the drops.
So at night I wander like a wolf in the plain,
who will refill the poison in the vein?
And I seek in the stars someone I could offer my body to,
in the pigsty nightclubs I wallow on the dance-floors.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/pilule-pill.html
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It is hard for me to answer this because I really saw the end of the pre-Beatles & VietNam generation (the 50s) and then lived through the Civil Right Movement and the War. Since many here will remember the 60s, I will address the late 50s. The part of the "DooWop" or "Happy Days" era I feel identifies it is the splitting of pop culture into "Richie group" and the "Fonzarelli group." In my home town, the former were called "Collegiates" because those kids had parents who could send them to college. So to me, Richie in "Happy Days" was a "Collegiate."
But my neighborhood was pretty rough (and few people went to college) as it was a blue collar mill town and I grew up in their shadow. We were called "Marlins" after our idol, Marlin Brando who wore leather and jeans in one of his movies and belonged to a motorcycle gang. "Good" girls wouldn't date us as we were considered low class and trouble.
I can't say what the "Collegiates" listened to but we Marlins listened a lot to Elvis, like Jail House Rock, and Blue Suede shoes. Dionne and the Belmonts were cool too as he sang "The Wanderer." Once women got into the mix and some of them thought we were worth the trouble we got the wall of sound and at the top of that were the first women to ever say in public that they wanted a man: The Ronettes. The lead singer Ronnie Spector and the other girls in the Ronettees wore tight black skirts, and other girl groups often wore leather too. We thought she was hot and so "Be My Baby" was really big among my fellow cyclists.
So the "bad boys" and "bad girls" of the late 50s listen to song like the Elvis' Jail House Rock. Blue Suede shoes, along with Dione and the Belmonts' "The Wanderer" and the Ronettes, "Be My Baby."
But if you watch this you will get a good laugh. It is one episode of "Sha Na Na" that says a lot:
http://youtu.be/72bPue3wC5A
But my neighborhood was pretty rough (and few people went to college) as it was a blue collar mill town and I grew up in their shadow. We were called "Marlins" after our idol, Marlin Brando who wore leather and jeans in one of his movies and belonged to a motorcycle gang. "Good" girls wouldn't date us as we were considered low class and trouble.
I can't say what the "Collegiates" listened to but we Marlins listened a lot to Elvis, like Jail House Rock, and Blue Suede shoes. Dionne and the Belmonts were cool too as he sang "The Wanderer." Once women got into the mix and some of them thought we were worth the trouble we got the wall of sound and at the top of that were the first women to ever say in public that they wanted a man: The Ronettes. The lead singer Ronnie Spector and the other girls in the Ronettees wore tight black skirts, and other girl groups often wore leather too. We thought she was hot and so "Be My Baby" was really big among my fellow cyclists.
So the "bad boys" and "bad girls" of the late 50s listen to song like the Elvis' Jail House Rock. Blue Suede shoes, along with Dione and the Belmonts' "The Wanderer" and the Ronettes, "Be My Baby."
But if you watch this you will get a good laugh. It is one episode of "Sha Na Na" that says a lot:
http://youtu.be/72bPue3wC5A
Sarcastic Coffee Aficionado
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Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana)
Out of Space (The Prodigy)
Love both!! great choices!!
The Bee's Knees
smells like teen spirit is often associated with my generation. came out when i was in high school and introduced us to a HUGE shift in music and culture. plus, it STILL holds up.
Say. Her. Name.
mmmm,yes,well."My Generation" and "White Rabbit",strange I know.Would you allow me to throw in the Hendrix version of "Star Spangled Banner",it exploded into my life one Sunday morning while painting a bathroom wall,and still hasn't left it.
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I don't know why this one didn't take on the original post oh well, there's a lot I don't know!
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Whoa! One or two songs for my generation!!!
I was and still am a peace loving, free love, tree hugging flower child.
More like artists - Beatles, Stones, Peter Paul & Mary, their ilk, and the War Protest songs
(and before any one ask - I was an Air Force medic, honorably discharged)
And this song which still holds hope for peace -
This is a nice song. And I am want to share too, most attached these days the two wonderful song that attached to my heart and most reflect to our living now t hat quite far of peace because of war "Image - by Jhon Lennon
and What a Wonderful World - by Louis Armstrong"...
One by Metallica
Amen by Halestorm
Amen by Halestorm
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Give Me Something to Believe In...... Poison
Civil War...... Guns N Roses
Civil War...... Guns N Roses
"insensitive prick!" – Danielle Algo
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smells like teen spirit is often associated with my generation. came out when i was in high school and introduced us to a HUGE shift in music and culture. plus, it STILL holds up.
This.
I was 17 I guess and totally into rockabilly/psychobilly at the time, but when I heard Smells Like Teen Spirit it was like wow, this is exactly how I feel! And I didn't even know what the song was about, because... well, Kurt is not known for his articulation. But the energy and emotion was spot on.
As for a second song, could be anything from:
Firestarter - The Prodigy
Wish - Nine Inch nails
Demagogue - Urban Dance Squad
Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe - Whale
Black No. 1 - Type O Negative
=== Not ALL LIVES MATTER until BLACK LIVES MATTER ===
I'm not for everyone
Sadly, the same shit is going on now, that went on in previous generations.
John Fogerty nailed it with Déjà Vu (All Over Again)
John Fogerty nailed it with Déjà Vu (All Over Again)
Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
The one album that perfectly sums up my generation is Green Day's American Idiot.
It's the last big rock album that had anything relevant to say to me.
It's the last big rock album that had anything relevant to say to me.
Don't believe everything that you read.
Like a rock- Bob Seger
Goodness me. I was born in '92 and my mother is a deathrocker and my dad is punk. So I didn't listen to what was spinning in the 90's.
In saying that, two songs that come to mind during that time are
My mother introduced me to
DAZZLE by SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES
My Father introduced me to
YOU BET WE'VE GOT SOMETHING AGAINST YOU by BLACK FLAG
Oh, that's my post. Up above.
Southern Barefoot Angel
Born in 1976 so music of the 1990s was a big thing .. but grew up listening to a variety but 2 songs that define the Era for me ... (90s Country) I Brake for Brunettes Rhett Atkins and (90s pop ) Hanging Tough by New Kids On The Block (NKOTB)
boy bands were a big deal then ..
"Can't Pretend" - Tom Odell
"Evil" - Interpol