Bangin' synthpop with biting wit. Serious fun!! For all young hearts in aging bodies. Send it to a friend!
synthpop
80s
techno pop
eighties
lappop
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Story behind the song
A technopop anthem of empowerment for middle-aged parent types everywhere, advancing the premise that it takes much more guts to live when you know for a fact that you are going to die.
I have struggled as an adult to write hip music that was relevant to my age, without doing wimpy "grown-up" music. The creation of this song was how I broke out of my artistic block, by producing an anthem of defiance for the youth-challenged. This is my gift to all the other old farts out there!
This mix was revised on 1/2/05--check it out!
Lyrics
They call me curmudgeon, they call me the coot,
But I still look pretty good when I'm wearing a suit.
Sometimes I'm feeling my age, but now I'm feeling my oats.
There's a lot in life to sink me but I'm staying afloat.
I keep scratching but I still haven't made my mark.
I was lost in the dark, but then I found my spark.
I'm not afraid of life, I'm not afraid of dying,
'Cos every day I live is Death Defying.
They say that youth is wasted on the young.
Well this youth was wasted plenty, yeah, I had my fun.
I thought I was smart but I sure was dense,
Making too many choices with too little sense.
But like the Surfers said, I got no serious regrets,
And don't get the impression that I'm finished just yet,
But if I knew now what I knew then, well,
You know I'd do the whole damn mess all over again.
Parenthood, sometimes it's no damn good!
I can't believe that kids think THEY'RE misunderstood!
I used to be young, I used to be defiant,
Thought my folks were mental midgets, thought that I was a giant.
And if it's not apparent, I used to be aberrant.
I could hip you out to all my pearls of wisdom but I daren't.
I was filling up my ears with the opinions of my peers,
And I didn't find out we were full of s**t for twenty years.
To anybody scared to death of getting old,
Be sure you're not caught up in doing what you're told!
Don't pretend that you're young, but don't forget you're not dead!
The years you've got have given you a heart and a head.
And if being responsible is getting you down,
Well now's the time to get your f*****g feet on the ground!
Don't let your children or your job suck away your soul!
Don't let those little bastards have so much control!
STOP telling lies, don't sanitize your history,
Make peace with your past, then let your children see
That there are many roads to travel, many places to be,
And that the world isn't tidy, isn't easy, isn't free.
It seems the whole damn nation's trying to raise a generation
That's enamored of sensation and intent on satiation.
They won't tolerate frustration or accept the exhortation
That it's good for the soul to defer gratification.
I'm Death Defying!
I keep on trying!
People tell me I should quit,
But I ain't buying!
Why settle for walking?
I could be flying!
Reconciled to my death so there's no denying....