- published: 22 Jun 2015
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Counterculture (also written counter-culture) is a sociological term used to describe the values and norms of behavior of a cultural group, or subculture, that run counter to those of the social mainstream of the day, the cultural equivalent of political opposition. Counterculture can also be described as a group whose behavior deviates from the societal norm. It is a neologism attributed to Theodore Roszak, author of The Making of a Counter Culture. Although distinct countercultural undercurrents have existed in many societies, here the term refers to a more significant, visible phenomenon that reaches critical mass and persists for a period of time. A countercultural movement expresses the ethos, aspirations, and dreams of a specific population during an era—a social manifestation of zeitgeist. It is important to distinguish between "counterculture," "subculture," and "fringe culture".
Countercultural milieux in 19th-century Europe included Romanticism, Bohemianism, and the Dandy. Another movement existed in a more fragmentary form in the 1950s, both in Europe and the United States, in the form of the Beat generation, followed in the 1960s by the hippies and anti-Vietnam War protesters.
Your life's work, is making me hurt
Whether you mean to or not
It's your desire, that we enter these fights
And you always end up on top.
A little heartache well it's a small price to pay
If you know you can get what you want
It's just your way, to keep raising the stakes.
Your in love with the thrill of the hunt
But it stops tonight, for these wounds have yet to heal
To call out into the dark, and get no reply
That's something you should feel
I've moved along, packed up my shit
If you find anything I left behind, well, you can have it
Let it clutter up your life, the way you cluttered up mine
I can't explain this threshold for pain
I have to believe, it came from a love
A love misguided it's true, cause it was guided at you
I had no idea, what you were capable of.
I walk away, I don't have to explain
You know good and well how you treated me
So move along and call off the dogs
Go ahead and find your next prince
Cause it stops tonight, though these wounds have yet to heal
To call out into the dark, and get no reply
That's something you should feel
I have moved out, packed up my shit
If you find anything I left behind, well, you can have it
Let it clutter up your life, the way you cluttered up mine