I'm Feeling Generic
written by: Jak Locke

version 5:
from Hymnal Apocrypha (December 4th 2008) (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

version 4:
from Jak Locke / Kelcy Mae split​+​blend​+​swap (February 23rd 2006) (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

version 3:
from Yellow Light District (October 15th 2003) (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

version 2:
from Junk Worship (September 12th 2003) (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

version 1:
from Brokedowntown (April 13th 2003) (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

earliest live performance: April 4th 2003
title taken from a lyric in "Packaday Pachyderm" (Datura Holiday, September 25th 2001)