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Angel Orensanz

I Hate Alternative Rock



Tired epileptic charade


Get on the plane and fly away







I knew you when


I knew you when






You had something to say








The Twentieth Century


Has not been particularly kind to me




So when asked to define


You feign the benign





And decline to answer properly


You feel threatened now





There's other icons flying higher now


As you grab for the past

You know it won't last


There's no need to describe it




I hope someone else is driving you

I hope someone else intelligent

is driving you

Now the myth disintegrates

Nothing else is permanent