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Life of the Bored and Taskless.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Instead of posting today, I will share with you a song. Try and guess who wrote it (and furthermore, where the first line comes from):

"I Should Be Allowed To Think"

I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical.
I should be allowed to glue my poster.
I should be allowed to think,
and I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
if by random whim, one occurs to me.
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole.

I saw the worst bands of my generation
applied by magic marker to dry wall.
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off.
I should have a call in show.
I am not allowed to come up with a single original thought.
I am not allowed to meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me.

I was the best hope of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical.
I should be allowed to share my feelings.
I should be allowed to feel.

I should be allowed to glue my poster.
I should be allowed to think
and I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
if by random whim, one occurs to me but sadly,
this can never be.
I am not allowed to think.

Answer: They Might Be Giants; the first line comes from the Allen Ginsberg poem "Howl, Part One."

They're not a joke band, really.


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