Monthly Archives: January 2021

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 103

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 103

Warning … adult content

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Ghost and Steve were at home now, and had started eating their pizza. Ghost was drinking his Scuppernong wine, right from the bottle, and Steve had cracked open a beer. It was late afternoon. Outside, the wind had picked up, making the air chilly, as it swirled leaves around. Every time a gust would rattle the back door, Ghost would jump and look.

“What’s got ya so jumpy, Ghost?” Steve asked.

“Nothing,” Ghost answered, as he stared at the back door.

“Yeah, something is getting to you. Are you fixing to have a meltdown, or what? After earlier, I mean…you feel okay?”

“It’s something, Steve…it’s Nothing,” Ghost said, and jumped again as the door rattled.

“That’s just the wind…and, what are you talking about, anyway? Is it something, or nothing that’s on your mind?” Steve was confused.

“Steve…it’s something I’m bothered about, and that is Nothing. I think he wants in, and he’s banging on the door…and, I’m scared, and you should go on and do something about Nothing…out there” Ghost started pacing around the living room. “He’s either alive, or his spirit is alive, and it’s coming after us. I can’t forget about it. It’s gonna keep on, and on, and on, until he’s outta there…somewhere else…like, I don’t know…but, can you please do something about Nothing?” He was really frightened.

Steve was shaking his head, “No, I can’t do it Ghost. I’m not gonna. I’d die if I had to go do that. I’d freaking lose it, Ghost. What if I dig down there, and it’s all moldy? What if it’s all gooshy and liquid…what if it stinks? Oh, God…I just can’t.”

“But, Steve, what if you did, and he wasn’t even there. What if he came alive, and clawed his way out, and he’s roaming around right now?” Ghost’s eyes got wide, as he thought of it. “Oh, shit…I know why he’s trying to get in here..he’s looking for his head, Steve!” He shuddered, and started sobbing.

Steve’s eyes had gotten huge, too as he could picture this. “Stop it, just stop it,” he said. “That whole thing you just said is impossible. That’d never happen in a million years.” He hoped he sounded convincing.

“You don’t know,” Ghost said. “It could be real.”

“Yeah, and it could be just you telling one of your dream stories,” Steve tried to laugh it off.

“Well, you need to go look, anyway…like now, just in case,” Ghost urged.

“Like hell I will,” Steve said.

“So, ya wanna wait until he breaks in here tonight? Do you wanna deal with it in the dark…huh? Is that what ya wanna do, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Steve stopped for a minute. Ghost had a point. He didn’t want to go out to the graveyard in the dark…not tonight, anyway. “Crap, ya got me, Ghost. Guess I’ll have to go now, but you’re coming with me. Oh, we’re bringing our guns, too, just in case we have to kill him again.”

“Fine…let’s do it then,” Ghost said. He got up to go get the guns, and their jackets. “Here,” he said, handing Steve his gun. “It’s loaded, and the safety is on.”

“Where’s the shovel?” Steve asked. “Did we leave it out there?”

“I think so,” Ghost said, as they went out back. He looked over the yard, not seeing it anywhere. “We’ll need the wheel barrow, too…but, Steve…where are we gonna move him to?”

“I think I know. You remember that old trailer house that him and the others were staying at…way across the woods? It’s abandoned, still…falling down…so, that’s where we’ll put him. Sorta like he’d be coming back home, ya know…and it’s far away from here.”

“That’s perfect, Steve,” Ghost said. He began wheeling down the path.

They slowed, as they reached the spot. Peering through the trees, they kept looking for signs of any disturbance, since they’d been here the last time. It looked the same. The branches still covered the make-shift grave.

“Now we dig,” Steve said. “It shouldn’t be as hard as last time.” He jammed the shovel down into the dirt.

It did go faster, this time. After about a dozen shovelfuls each, they could see the top of the garbage bag. It still looked intact.

“You ready?” Steve asked, looking at Ghost. “We gotta pull it up, and into the wheelbarrow.”

“Is it liquid, yet? It had a tear in it already, remember? I don’t want none getting on me this time,” Ghost said.

They grabbed hold, and began pulling. It did feel a little sloshy, and some bits of fluid seeped out the earlier rip.

“C’mon, Ghost…lift it. We almost got it in.” Steve was struggling.

Suddenly, Ghost turned around and vomited.

“What tha…” Steve yelled. “Ghost, what’s the matter?” Then he felt a wave of nausea overtake him, too. He let it spew. He was trying his best to block out the fetid smell of Nothing’s corpse, but they were being enveloped in it, along with their partially digested pizza, and alcohol.

“Oh, God, Steve…I’m dying,” Ghost sputtered, as he was between rounds of heaving. Steve was in no better shape now, either.

After a few minutes, their stomachs empty, they continued to gag, but went on with their plan.

“Well, Steve, it wasn’t too messy…it didn’t rip open much more.”

“Yeah, that’s good…but, damn…that smell nearly killed me. I thought I was going to pass out, but I was afraid I would fall in on it, ya know,” Steve said. “It still stinks, but less than in that hole. We’ll come back and fill it in.” They took off toward the old trailer.

“Are we going in the right direction?” Ghost asked, looking around.

“Yeah, it’s a little farther on.”

They soon found it, and rested a minute. “Are we just setting it in there, or digging another hole?” Ghost asked.

“We better dig,” Steve said. They found an out of the way spot, almost under the trailer, to start digging. Now, the ground was hard packed, so it took them awhile.

As they finished, they covered it as best they could, and left. It was almost dark, now. They still had to fill in the graveyard hole. Finally, they made it back to the house, exhausted and filthy. In the kitchen, the remains of their pizza, left on the table, was too much to handle, so Ghost chunked the leftovers out in the trash barrel.

“I’m gonna be in the shower forever, Steve. I might not ever get this nasty shit washed off,” Ghost said.

“Well, I have to have some hot water, too, so I’m coming in with ya,” Steve said. “We’ll just have to share.”

They took off their grungy clothes, throwing them out in the back room, to be washed, later. The steaming water felt good on their tired bodies. Ghost just stood there, with his eyes closed, letting the strong jets of water soothe his aching muscles. His long hair turned a darker shade of blond, and it streamed down his back. Steve was behind him. He opened the shampoo and squirted it onto Ghost’s head, and began massaging it in.

As the soap ran down and off, Steve bent his own head over Ghost’s shoulder and wet his hair, then turned and gave Ghost a long, watery kiss. Ghost reached for the shampoo, and washed Steve’s hair.

“You’ve got funny hair, Steve,” Ghost laughed, as he watched Steve shake his head, the curls bouncing back.

“Yeah, but you love it,” Steve said, grabbing the bar of soap, using it, then handed it to Ghost. They were both slippery, and so was the tub. Ghost almost fell, but Steve caught him. They realized this could be more than just a shower, so they took full advantage of their nakedness. The hot water began to run out, and this too was refreshing, after their bodies had been heated from steam, and passion.

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A little later, they made hot chocolate, and Steve tried to play a game of cards with Ghost, but as usual, Ghost had no idea what the cards meant, so Steve made up silly rules as they went along. At least it was taking their minds off the earlier events.

“I still feel guilty, Steve…I mean, being clean, playing cards, and laughing, ya know; because, he’s dead, and can’t do that stuff anymore.”

“Yeah, but it’s done, it’s over, and all them vampires are not human, anyway. So, we can’t keep from being ourselves…because we are human. Just try to forget about it, ok?

“But, should we still be worried about Twig, and Molochai? I haven’t sensed them in awhile.”

“I wouldn’t worry, then,” Steve said. “They probably sensed in their own way, that Nothing was gone, and they have no back-up. Probably went on to something else, like stuffing themselves with ho-ho cakes, and chartreuse,” Steve reasoned.

Ghost laughed, “Yeah, they always did go for their ho-ho’s”

They continued their game for a bit longer, then went to bed. Everything was peaceful, during the night, as it grew colder. As they slept, the first big snowfall of the season began to fall.

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Next Part Coming soon

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

January Squares Day # 27 – Up – Straight Up

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January Squares Day # 27 – Up – Straight Up

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Generating Uplift

This is a month long challenge, hosted by Becky of “The Life of B”.

This month’s theme is Up – and here is where you find the main details https://beckybofwinchester.com/square-daily-photo-challenge/
The most important rule of this challenge is that your photo Must be Square!

To join in, find out the details, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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I’ll also be adding a song to go along with the photo in one way or another.

Enjoy!

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I saw these very tall cranes going straight up into the sky.

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“Straight Up” by Paula Abdul

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 BS

 

January Squares Day # 26 – Up – Upward

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January Squares Day # 26 – Up – Upward

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Squaring Up for the Photograph

This is a month long challenge, hosted by Becky of “The Life of B”.

This month’s theme is Up – and here is where you find the main details https://beckybofwinchester.com/square-daily-photo-challenge/
The most important rule of this challenge is that your photo Must be Square!

To join in, find out the details, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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I’ll also be adding a song to go along with the photo in one way or another.

Enjoy!

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Up in the blue sky was this helicopter!

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“Helicopter”, a song by Pink Fong

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 BS

January Squares Day # 25 – Up – Pop-Up Cards

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January Squares Day # 25 – Up – Pop-Up Cards

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Upstanding

This is a month long challenge, hosted by Becky of “The Life of B”.

This month’s theme is Up – and here is where you find the main details https://beckybofwinchester.com/square-daily-photo-challenge/
The most important rule of this challenge is that your photo Must be Square!

To join in, find out the details, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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I’ll also be adding a song to go along with the photo in one way or another.

Enjoy!

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These are a couple of those pop-up type greeting cards for Mother’s Day. I saw them at the store one time and think they are really cute. One has little puppies and a sunflower, and the other has little kittens and some hearts.

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And … here is a really funny song called “The Mother’s Day Song” 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 102

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 102

Warning … adult content

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When they picked up the graveyard pictures, the photo clerk looked at them funny. He’d seen the strange images that developed. Ghost just smiled at him, but didn’t explain.

At the diner, they ordered their pizza, then sat in a booth while they waited for it to be ready. Looking through the pictures, Ghost said, “These all turned out good.” He handed them over to Steve. He flipped through them all, but was frowning. He kept looking closer.

“Ghost, there’s something weird about these graveyard ones. Look…what’s that? These people in here, they weren’t there when we were there. And, this one’s got a blob of something on it. Ya sure your camera was working right?”

“Let me see.” Ghost looked at them again. “I don’t see anything weird. This is exactly what I took a picture of…I remember.”

“This…this with the weird people and the blobs?” Steve asked again.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You saw people and blobs out there? I didn’t see anything at all like that,” Steve said.

Ghost grinned, “Oh, those are the spirits, Steve. The ones I was talking to…at all these places. I guess you couldn’t see them? Huh, I guess the camera could, and I could, but not you? That’s weird.”

“No, what’s weird is you can see them. Is this what you actually see, like all the time?”

Ghost shrugged. “Well, I saw these ones, and I can see others, all the time, but only if I want to. I can block it out most of the time, like now.” He looked over behind Steve. “But, if I unblock it, I can see them everywhere. Like over behind you…there’s two blobs, one orange and one green. They’re just saying hi to me.” Ghost waved at them.

Steve whirled around, hoping to catch sight of one of the bobbing spirits, but of course he couldn’t. “There’s nothing there, Ghost. You gotta be pulling my leg.”

“Well, they’re gone now..you scared them away,” Ghost said.

“How can you live like this, Ghost? Seeing spirits, hearing voices? I’d have been in the looney bin years ago, if that happened to me.”

Ghost laughed. “Guess I’m used to it, and guess you already live in the looney bin, living with me.”

“Yeah, guess I do,” Steve laughed.

Their order was ready, and they headed home.

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Zach and Trevor were getting ready to go into town, when Zach’s phone rang. He’d slowly gotten back into his obsession with electronics. He had a cell phone and computer again. Trevor had made him promise to never break into accounts and switch things around, ever again. But, he was still tempted. He did fire off a few bogus newspaper items…just for fun, and to let Eddy know he was ok. He knew she still looked for them. He knew she’d loved him, and still did. But, after all that had gone down, it just wasn’t going to happen the way she’d wanted it to.

Even now, after he and Trevor had exiled themselves down in Jamaica for all that time, he was still jumpy, every time the phone rang. He knew the time had run out for the FBI to prosecute him, but he didn’t know if they could somehow re-open the case.

So, he let the phone ring. “You gonna get that?” Trevor asked.

“No…they’ll leave a message, I guess,” Zach said.

“Okay…well, you ready to go? We could get some pizza or something, then go by and see Kinsey, and see if he’s heard anything about Nothing,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Zach heard the phone beep with a voice-mail message. “See, a message,” he said. He listened for a minute. “That was Kinsey. He wants us to come in on Saturday to do our show, and something about Steve and Ghost getting cancelled.”

“Wonder what that’s about?” Trevor asked, as he pulled into the diner’s parking lot.

“Don’t know,” Zach shrugged, “but, we’ll find out when we get over there.”

They ordered their pizza, and waited at a table. “Wonder if Kinsey called Terry and R.J. and Calvin? I mean, if we’re playing Saturday,” Zach said. “It’s weird that Nothing isn’t booking it, ya know?” he thought for a minute. “I still think they’re involved, somehow, don’t you?”

Trevor looked up, “Hmm? What…who’s involved?” He’d been drawing in his small notepad.

“Dude…Steve and Ghost. I think they’re involved in Nothing’s disappearance.”

“Oh, that. I’m sorry, Zach. I love to hear you sing, and glad you’re having fun in the band, but all this other stuff…I just don’t get into it like you do.”

“Yeah, I know, but don’t it bother you, that a person is just gone?”

“Not really…I didn’t like him much, anyway. He probably just took off with y’all’s money, and will never be heard from again. You can do all that manager stuff, anyway, like you said,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Zach said, and dropped the subject. “What are you drawing, now?” he asked.

Trevor turned the note pad around.

“That’s not birdland stuff,” Zach said.

“I know. I’m trying something different. I think I’ve got all that settled…at least most of it. I can’t keep drawing the same stuff as my dad did, over and over. It’s been done too many times, already,” Trevor sighed.

Zach frowned, “But, what about the house? Is it finished with it? What if it tears up this new stuff…what if it gets mad, and tries to kill us again?”

“Guess we’ll just have to wait to find out. Ya up for it, Zach”

“There’s just two things I’m not up for, ever again…coffee and mushrooms. Anything else I can deal with…with you, if you still want me to.”

Trevor smiled. “You know I do.” He leaned over and kissed Zach. ”

“Mmm…maybe we should just go back home?” Zach raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, but aren’t you supposed to talk to Kinsey?” Trevor asked.

“Oh, yeah, well, after then? You’re getting me all bothered here, ya know?”

“I know,” Trevor kissed him again. “That’s the idea,” he grinned.

“Oh, God, Trevor….I don’t think I can wait. Is there someplace…I mean…” he swallowed hard, as his eyes searched the room.

Trevor squeezed Zach’s hand. “I have an idea,” he said. “Come find me in a few minutes.” He got up, heading down the far hallway, towards the men’s room.

Zach sat there a few minutes, trying to look normal, his thoughts racing. Everyone will know, he thought, as he scanned the room. At this time in the afternoon, though, there were only a few other customers…an older man, reading a newspaper…a mother, with two small children keeping her occupied…and two teen girls, probably skipping class, trying on make-up at their table.

Zach eased out of the booth, and straightened his shirt, and tugged at his jeans. Damn, these jeans are getting tight, he thought, then noticed the bulge in front. Oh, God, I’ve got to walk across this room..please, nobody notice…please… He did make it to the hallway, but didn’t see the older man glancing up at him…smiling, and nodding.

Zach reached the men’s room, and knocked. “Trev…are you in there?” he whispered through the edge of the door frame. He heard the lock being opened, and Trevor opened the door, pulling him inside. He hugged Zach, and reached around to lock the door again.

Trevor had already stripped his clothes off. Zach ran his hands over Trevor’s body, and through his long hair, letting Trevor remove his clothes. They were not aware of anything else, but each other. They were not aware that their moans and cries of pleasure were carried out into the restaurant, although muffled.

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Now sweaty and relaxed, they rested a few minutes, sharing after kisses. Then, after refreshing themselves with wet paper towels, they came out of the room and into the main dining area, holding hands, not caring at all, now, who was looking.

The woman and her kids had already left. The teen girls looked up and giggled, as Trevor and Zach passed by. The older man smiled at them, saying ‘good for you’, as they continued to their table. They couldn’t stop smiling at each other. Their pizza was waiting for them, and they dug in…they were starving, now.

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Next Part Coming soon

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

January Squares Day # 24 – Up – Raise Your Paw Up

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January Squares Day # 24 – Up – Raise Your Paw Up

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The Moss is Uppermost

This is a month long challenge, hosted by Becky of “The Life of B”.

This month’s theme is Up – and here is where you find the main details https://beckybofwinchester.com/square-daily-photo-challenge/
The most important rule of this challenge is that your photo Must be Square!

To join in, find out the details, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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I’ll also be adding a song to go along with the photo in one way or another.

Enjoy!

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From a Wiki article:

The Manekineko (招き猫, lit. ‘beckoning cat’) is a common Japanese figurine which is often believed to bring good luck to the owner. In modern times, they are usually made of ceramic or plastic. The figurine depicts a cat, traditionally a calico Japanese Bobtail, with a paw raised in a Japanese beckoning gesture.

I love these little Maneki-Neko cats. I think this was one we saw at a restaurant one time. They are a symbol for good luck with their paw raised up. We saw them in Japan, and we see them in restaurants, and at airports.

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“Maneki Neko”, by Miss Kittin

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 BS

My Generation – Song Lyric Sunday – Talk

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My Generation – Song Lyric Sunday – Talk

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For SLS today we have songs that feature a song that has the topic of talk/chat/scream/rant/laugh.  Thanks, Jim!

To join in this fun weekly challenge, and to see other entries, just click the link below.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/01/23/just-another-day/

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From a Wiki article”

My Generation” is a song by the English rock band the Who, which became a hit and one of their most recognizable songs. The song was named the 11th greatest song by Rolling Stone on its list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. It became part of The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll and is inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame for “historical, artistic and significant” value.

“My Generation”, by The Who, can be found on their album of the same name. It was written by Pete Townshend in 1965, and is on the Brunswick (UK) and Decca (US) labels.

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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)
Don’t try to dig what we all s-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)
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
My my my generation
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
My my my generation
this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
(Talkin’ ’bout my generation) this is my generation
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Peter Townshend
My Generation lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2021 BS