🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
(Apparently bus rides are when I write lyrics)
Mic check, mic check, 1-2, 1-2!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
Mic check, mic check 1-2-3!
So many lies I can finally see!
Orwell was loud the year I was born,
Valdez and Gulf 1 were the start of the storm.
Bush 1 and his boss, the clown from LA,
The homeless with AIDS, just because they were gay.
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
“Stop drop roll, just say no, go to school
If you work hard you’ll make it (they’ll believe it, those fools)
And we’ll burn up the planet while hoarding the cheese,
And blame it on them when they can’t buy CDs”
Mic check, mic check, 1-2, 1-2!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
Mic check, mic check 1-2-3!
So many lies I can finally see!
I got to have toys,
I grew up having fun,
Now I’m as old as my parents
And I’m scared of cop’s guns
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
Scented candles and wine,
A puff on my vape
Just low-fi and therapy
To help me escape
Mic check, mic check, 1-2, 1-2!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
Mic check, mic check 1-2-3!
So many lies I can finally see!
The young get to dream,
Kept asleep in the dark,
And the future is ours
Why I feel like a Stark?
Fed stories of honor
That turn out to be false,
But money rules here
Ignore that at your cost
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
Mic check, mic check, 1-2, 1-2!
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
Mic check, mic check 1-2-3!
So many lies I can finally see!
It’s worse if your black
Or not red, white, and blue
I’m guessing (can’t travel)
How’s the world treating you?
Can you eat? Are you safe?
Fresh water to clean pits?
I hope your not hunted
If your gender doesn’t fit
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
Apparently riding on buses helps me write lyrics.
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
Also: Apologies for the flood, but I can't have the whole thing behind a CW anymore.
🎶 Millennial Mic Check - by Kelsy Astra (CW: WIP Lyrics)
Cartoons and sugar,
Ritalin, ADHD
Can’t afford the doctor,
But it hurts when I
Piece together the story
And the lies I was told,
The ones who did it are dying
First they moved the gold-
Post if they let you,
but don’t share your bits,
And why aren’t you buying
All our gold plated bull-
Shit where you’re told
Now pay double your rent
Working 2,3 jobs
And I need every-