Posted on 11/24/2012 8:11:00 PM PST by Zeneta
This is the age of machinery, A mechanical nightmare, The wonderful world of technology, Napalm, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare,
This is the twentieth century, But too much aggravation It's the age of insanity, What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem.
Ain't got no ambition, I'm just disillusioned I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna be here. My mama said she can't understand me She can't see my motivation Just give me some security, I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century.
You keep all your smart modern writers Give me William Shakespeare You keep all your smart modern painters I'll take Rembrandt, Titian, Da Vinci and Gainsborough,
Girl we gotta get out of here We gotta find a solution I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here.
I was born in a welfare state Ruled by bureaucracy Controlled by civil servants And people dressed in grey Got no privacy, got no liberty Cos the twentieth century people Took it all away from me.
Don't wanna get myself shot down By some trigger happy policeman, Gotta keep a hold on my sanity I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here.
Jane says I’m going take tomorrow
It's our fight now. It wasn't before. Punks only aspire to it, we get to do it. The punks in our own generation think that it's over, that they've won. That's why they were, and are, punks. We're still here, and there's a hard rain gonna fall, babe.
Mine is already built. I'll meet you here last Thursday and explain it to you.
My saying is “I’m an analog guy in a Digital World.” I’m sure others have said it - but never heard them.
Heh - post 23 - there ya go!
I would have been better suited for an 80 year lifespan of 1760 to 1840 in America.
That is my America, and the highest point of man, humanity peaked then.
I call myself an Analog Man in a Digital World.
Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart’s top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That’s right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It’s got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That’s right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?
-Ash, housewares
Joe Biden - is that you? I have heard that you do not know what century you are in but thought it was just a joke.
I would think Mr Davies would want attribution for the lyrics in the header.
I actually understood that.
Doesn’t it drive you nuts when people post lyrics or a poem and don’t even title it or give the author? Just pure laziness.
“This is the twentieth century”
Um, yeah. About that.
It ended around twelve years ago.
This post sucks.
Now is our empire. The past and future are endless dark mysteries.
I've been occupying now for quite some time now. You may think that being older than dirt is some kind of accomplishment, but just keep in mind that I was born that way.
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