Do you think it’s strange
That there’s this way of how you look at,
How you act like, and how you think and pretend they’re not the same as you
Do you know about his strength of convictions
Or how she puts all her faith in religion
Did you ever take the time
To really discover how little we know about each other?
This all becomes one more chance to
Keep us from saying anything
And separate from everything.
And all this really means
You’re one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound
Another friend you won’t miss anyhow
This is a fair request,
and I promise I will not judge
any person only as a teenager.
You will constantly remind
yourself that some of my generation
judges people by their race,
their belief, or the color of their skin, and that this is no more right
than saying all teenagers are drunken dope-addicts or glue-sniffers.
this ^
In college I took a history of rock'n'roll class (easy credit) and this girl did a presentation on ska. She skipped the specials and then claimed less than jake and reel big fish weren't "real ska bands," and were "just taking advantage of skas popularity" I was like damn you definitely don't know ska.