An ode to the inevitable, inescapable Day of the Pillow.
There are Boomers within, there are Boomers without
We’re silencing a wicked generation
There’s a shape on the bed, I see pillows ahead
As they’re booming right up to the day
The pillows descend
Hush now, hush now, don’t breathe it’s over
Hush now, hush now, the pillows come
They come, they come, to put a world between us
We know silence wins
Now I don’t have a job, just a degree and a name
Dispossession is causing me suspicion that you’re to blame
From the young ones today, tales of anger and rage
But you prefer believing the Fox News page
Hush now, hush now, don’t breathe it’s over
Hush now, hush now, the pillows come
They come, they come, to put a world between us
We know silence wins
Now I’m walking in time to the beat of your heart
And I’m counting the steps to the door of your room
Only shadows attend, as the pillows descend
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release
Hush now, hush now, don’t breathe now Boomer
Hush now, hush now, the pillows come
They come, they come, to put a world between us
We know silence wins