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The kids aren't alright
Perdí todo el post que tenía escrito previamente, no sé como, pero perdí la ventana. Y toda la diatriba contra los principios, o falta de ellos de muchos de los chicos de ahora se fue al limbo. Como mi cabeza a veces...
Así que, a por la canción directamente. De los Offspring, de su álbum Americana (1998).
A por ella.
En directo en el Woodstock 1999
Curiosa versión a piano
When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)
the old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
and every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
was gonna make it big and not be beat.
now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
the kids are grown up but their lives are worn(whoa)
how can one little street
swallow so many lives?
Chances blown
nothing's free
longing for
what used to be
still it's hard
hard to see
fragile lives
shattered dreams
GO!!
Janie had a chance, well she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Munsen's at home cause he's got no job (whoa)
Just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot (whoa)
She commited suicide (whoa)
Brandy OD'd and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
Cruellest dream, reality
