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“Jenny Zee (Gen E-Z)” is a Lovibond May Rowanwood song from the Rowanwood music catalogue, presenting a sharp critique of modern identity, image culture, and generational attitudes through a rhythmic, pop-driven arrangement and direct, confrontational lyric.
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Lyrics
Don’t come to me crying, how hard your life is
Don’t be dragging me into your dark hidden places
Narcissistic vampires with dead, software-enhanced faces
Don’t play for me your soulless songs
Broken-spirit dirges, victim sing-alongs
Betrayed yesterdays, hopeless nows,
No tomorrows, audible scows
Claustrophobic images,
Soul-dampening howls,
Whinging
Whining
Moaning
Groaning
Is that how you are, Gen, Gen, Gen-eZeal?
Truth has no meaning, it’s only how you feel?
Because you wish it, believing makes it real?
You can be what you want to be
When you betray reality
You got it easy
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee.
Don’t dance at me your generic moves
With rainbow hair and silicone boobs
Botox lips, borrowed grooves,
Feigning horror of luxuries you enjoy
Don’t blame parents for tomorrows you say you’re denied
While you sacrifice nothing, and buy, buy, buy
Cellphone warriors, social-mediologists
Computer Samurais, Subaru environmentalists
CGI face and body
Is it you we’re seeing?
Primping
Pimping
Cleaning
Preening
Is that all you are, Gen, Gen, Gen-eZeal?
It’s not what’s true, but how you feel
Fabricate an image, call it real?
Altered image on the screen
Recluse from reality
Aren’t you pretty
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee.
I’m trying to break it to you gently
Not trying to hurt you intentionally
I may just go away eventually
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee
Oh so pretty
Jenny Zee
Oh so easy
Jenny Zee
Oh so flitty
Jenny Zee
Oh so sleazy
Jenny Zee
Teasy, teasy, teasy,
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee
(Spoken)
Now vape this
Just because you have to work
Doesn’t make you working class
With slave-made clothes and powdered ass
You moralise, condemn, and shame
When your own excess is as much to blame
When all your parents have done is enable
Your fantasy world of self-serving sins
All the cards at last on the table
Let’s have a few heroes, not frivolous victims.
She’s so sweet,
She’s so fine,
Ring-face lighting,
She’s sublime.
I’m trying to break it to you gently
Not trying to hurt you intentionally
I may just go away eventually
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee
Don’t try to tell me up is down
A man is a woman or the other way ’round
Stuff your pronouns
Time you got your feet on the ground
No trans-man ever been kicked in the balls
No trans-woman period, no, none at all
No mistakes of nature, assignment flaws,
No fluidity of gender regardless of laws
There is a reality
To our biology
Snipping
Clipping
Padding
Adding
Is that what you are, Gen, Gen, Gen-eZeal?
It’s not what’s true, but how you feel
Because you wish it, is it somehow real?
You can be what you want to be
When you make up reality
You make me queasy
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee.
(Refrain)
I’m trying to break it to you gently
Not trying to hurt you intentionally
I won’t just go away eventually
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee
Oh so pretty
Jenny Zee
Oh so easy
Jenny Zee
Oh so flitty
Jenny Zee
Teasy, teasy, teasy,
Jen, Jen, Jen, Jenny Zee
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