Upon learning that my paternal grandmother was not allowed to speak Spanish, her first language, in her own home (which in turn meant she was not allowed to teach her kids Spanish) I as an adult began to mourn a small fragmented loss of my Mexican heritage. My father, who learned Spanish second hand later in life in prison, would never teach me. He was too embarrassed of his own uncertain grasp of the language. Years later I would learn that my maternal great grandfather spoke Polish but would never teach his kids. Again I mourned another cultural loss.
Cultural assimilation is something that many immigrants have been forced into to try and succeed in America. A sense of community is lost and individualism is embraced leaving so many of us left with an intense sense of loneliness. I wrote Silent Generation as a way to help myself mourn traditions lost with every generation that has come and gone.
lyrics
Fade into a dream
You look so weak
I ask, “who are we?”
You still refuse to speak
Why do we hide ourselves away
Faces morph into new faces
Act like there’s nothing to say
Every one leaves but nothing changes
We could turn it all around
Can’t let history repeat itself
Something lost, nothing found
And we let history repeat itself
A question becomes a plea
Your eyes begin to close
It echoes, “who are we?”
I guess we’ll never know
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017