Tis some really artistic stuff from some really talented people.
Generator 2nd Floor
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I’ve left
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
He doesn’t need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
And if it’s all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely Sunday
Don’t fix my smile, life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again
(end)
Song’s title is ‘Generator 2nd Floor’, performed by Freelance Whales.
If you’re one of those people who argue over a song’s meaning as if there is only one interpretation to a song or worse as if meaning is what constitutes a song (anti-folk, twee pop, C86 and a great many musical genres don’t capitalize on depth but actually emerged as a subversion of it), then I’m most probably not your friend. Or maybe you are, but I more or less secretly despise your taste. Of course I can go on and on with a discussion of how the very purpose of liberal arts education is to be able to empower individual minds to construct and attach their own subjective meaning to experience or in this case to a song, but I will not. I’ll tell you something, though. I believe it’s a corpse talking. Cute innocent corpse, it is. Beat that persona!
Buena Bernal 