Five folk songs that exposit Charles Taylor’s concept of our time as the “age of authenticity” resulting in the malaise of modernity.

I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking
I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me

When hunger strikes are fashion
And freedom is routine
When every street in Cleveland is named for Martin Luther King

I think I’m going to work construction
Just to make something of myself
I can’t live off these childhood trophies on my shelf

Everybody talks about friends
Like the divine right of kings

All I’ve ever wanted was an honest life
To be the person that I really am inside