I'm Feeling Generic
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 6:
from Band #30: Album #1 (2024 October 15) (2:47)
Idols made of wax pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick?
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortions, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart, depart
You can see it in the sewers, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through shit and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Please leave me be I'm feeling generic
I'm feeling generic
I'm feeling generic oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Take it from me
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick?
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortions, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart, depart
You can see it in the sewers, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through shit and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Please leave me be I'm feeling generic
I'm feeling generic
I'm feeling generic oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Take it from me
version 5:
from Hymnal Apocrypha (2008 December 04) (4:07)
Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
version 4:
from Jak Locke / Kelcy Mae split+blend+swap (2006 February 23) (3:01)
Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap, call it art
A carnival of cliques, please leave me be
A carnival of cliques, oh please leave me be I'm feeling generic
Feelin generic, take it from me
Feelin generic, take it from me
Feelin generic, take it from me, oh oh oh
Take it from me, feelin generic
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap, call it art
A carnival of cliques, please leave me be
A carnival of cliques, oh please leave me be I'm feeling generic
Feelin generic, take it from me
Feelin generic, take it from me
Feelin generic, take it from me, oh oh oh
Take it from me, feelin generic
version 3:
from Yellow Light District (2003 October 15) (2:50)
Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
version 2:
from Junk Worship (2003 September 12) (as "I'm Feeling Generic (!)") (3:37)
Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortions, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
Crankshaft people walking down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques
Who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques
An audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortions, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques
Leave me be I'm feeling generic
version 1:
from Brokedowntown (2003 April 13) (3:44)
Idols made of wax pretentious to the max
Crankshaft people walkin down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques, who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques, an audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques, leave me be, I'm feeling generic
Crankshaft people walkin down the waves
Immaculate mockeries, plugged in sonic factories
Archived like there's something worth to save
A carnival of cliques, who wants to be like yesterday's pick
Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen
Complacent dirges best in semaphore
A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex
Back to the dry wells to tap some more
A carnival of cliques, an audience of stones and bricks
Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions
You watch them all voraciously depart
You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure
Put a nail through crap and call it art
A carnival of cliques, leave me be, I'm feeling generic
earliest live performance: 2003 April 04
title taken from a lyric in "Packaday Pachyderm" on Datura Holiday (2001 September 25)
title taken from a lyric in "Packaday Pachyderm" on Datura Holiday (2001 September 25)