| Song | Generation Handclap |
| Artist | Library Voices |
| Album | Dine Alone Records & Friends Summer Sampler |
| 作曲 : Not Documented | |
| Used up your best days working on yourself | |
| Trying to turn your bones and blood into something you could sell | |
| Something you could pawn off as intelligent | |
| You spend your whole life working on your health | |
| Until one day your atoms disassemble and go on to form something else | |
| Try telling that to your therapist | |
| Well, we stand for nothing, sugar, it's just generation drunk-text | |
| Gonna love you like a cherub, gonna leave you like a lap dance | |
| Oh, you wanna save it, oh, you wanna save the world | |
| You keep pouring out your heart but all | |
| I ever hear is oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh | |
| Oh, oh-oh-oh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Oh, oh-oh-oh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Used up your best days working on yourself | |
| Trying to turn your bones and blood into something you could sell | |
| Something you could pawn off as intelligent | |
| You spend your whole life working on your health | |
| Until one day your atoms disassemble and go on to form something else | |
| Try telling that to your therapist | |
| Well, we stand for nothing, sugar, it's just generation drunk-text | |
| Gonna love you like a cherub, gonna leave you like a lap dance | |
| Oh, you wanna save it, oh, you wanna save the world | |
| You keep pouring out your heart but all | |
| I ever hear is oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh | |
| Oh, oh-oh-oh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Oh, oh-oh-oh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| A movement without motion | |
| Like altered states or religious grace | |
| All the chemical burns and miracle cures | |
| The target market debates, mercury in retrograde | |
| The boyfriend cannon fodder, the dragonfly blotter | |
| Another complicated lover, another pharmaceutical summer | |
| They say you are what you read | |
| Well you can be | |
| Coupland, | |
| I'll be Murakami |
| zuò qǔ : Not Documented | |
| Used up your best days working on yourself | |
| Trying to turn your bones and blood into something you could sell | |
| Something you could pawn off as intelligent | |
| You spend your whole life working on your health | |
| Until one day your atoms disassemble and go on to form something else | |
| Try telling that to your therapist | |
| Well, we stand for nothing, sugar, it' s just generation drunktext | |
| Gonna love you like a cherub, gonna leave you like a lap dance | |
| Oh, you wanna save it, oh, you wanna save the world | |
| You keep pouring out your heart but all | |
| I ever hear is ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, oh | |
| Oh, ohohoh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Oh, ohohoh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Used up your best days working on yourself | |
| Trying to turn your bones and blood into something you could sell | |
| Something you could pawn off as intelligent | |
| You spend your whole life working on your health | |
| Until one day your atoms disassemble and go on to form something else | |
| Try telling that to your therapist | |
| Well, we stand for nothing, sugar, it' s just generation drunktext | |
| Gonna love you like a cherub, gonna leave you like a lap dance | |
| Oh, you wanna save it, oh, you wanna save the world | |
| You keep pouring out your heart but all | |
| I ever hear is ohoh, ohoh, ohoh, oh | |
| Oh, ohohoh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| Oh, ohohoh oh | |
| Ode to generation handclap | |
| A movement without motion | |
| Like altered states or religious grace | |
| All the chemical burns and miracle cures | |
| The target market debates, mercury in retrograde | |
| The boyfriend cannon fodder, the dragonfly blotter | |
| Another complicated lover, another pharmaceutical summer | |
| They say you are what you read | |
| Well you can be | |
| Coupland, | |
| I' ll be Murakami |