Generation Playstation.
How many of you know that when it's two o'clock
The sun points
South?
I grew up falling down from trees and hills.
But I also taught myself to make fire
Without fire.
I drank too, as a teenager.
We drank around bonfires.
When we came home red-eyed, smoke-smelling and usually superficially
Cut, our fathers would pretend
Not to be proud.
We saw right through it, just like our mothers did.
They felt they had to say something.
They did, and we pretended to listen,
For the sake of peace to rest.
There was no room for drugs:
We were already
Happy.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
Generation Playstation.
How many of you know that when it's two o'clock
The sun points
South?
I grew up falling down from trees and hills.
But I also taught myself to make fire
Without fire.
I drank too, as a teenager.
We drank around bonfires.
When we came home red-eyed, smoke-smelling and usually superficially
Cut, our fathers would pretend
Not to be proud.
We saw right through it, just like our mothers did.
They felt they had to say something.
They did, and we pretended to listen,
For the sake of peace to rest.
There was no room for drugs:
We were already
Happy.
