The Who - "My Generation"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=594WLzzb3JI

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Blaze Foley - "Clay Pigeons"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB_2CUj3y6Y

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet.
And get along with it all.
Go down where the people say "y'all",

Sing a song with a friend.
Change the shape that I'm in,
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again.

I'd like to stay,
But I might have to go to start over again.
Might go back down to Texas,
Might go to somewhere that I've never been,
And get up in the mornin,'
And go out at night.

And I won't have to go home,
Get used to bein' alone.
Change the words to this song.
Start singin' again.

I'm tired of runnin' 'round,
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know.
I could build me a castle of memories,
Just to have somewhere to go.
Count the days and the nights,
That it takes to get back in the saddle again.

Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids,
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet,
And get along with it all.

Go down where the people say "y'all,"
Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.