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Yeah so, what would I do without this crappy job? I mean, it's a pretty easy crappy job, but the hours are long, I'm on my feet for the whole eight to ten hours, and I gotta' deal with the public as they come and go in their performance of acts of consumerism.
I mean, it’s the system of things isn’t it? Rent’s due every month. The grocery store wants money in exchange for food, and man, the internet bill has to be paid! It’s the way of things.
But, I mean, in what ways does work cut into life? Like, what sorts of things might we find ourselves doing when not at work, not necessarily because we desire to do these things, but instead, we do them in spite of our jobs? Like making a regular habit of getting stoned out of our head after work. Or perhaps making every weekend into a blur of alcohol…things we do to forget that there is a nine to five world that we spend a significant amount of our lives dedicated to.
We are the dead. The walking dead.
Aqua Regis
By COIL
“Each time I wake up
Each time I say
The shifting slow beginning
Another restless day
Down damned indecision
Push me on my way
The shifting slow beginning
Another restless day
“Supermarket Sunday
Faces cold and grey
No bread or milk or tea left
No energy to play
Fear is the jailer
That locks my love away
The boy on the checkout
Says "Have a restless day"
“Who has the nerve
To dream, create, and kill?
While it seems the whole moves
Every part stands still
So there's nothing, yes, there's nothing
Everything makes me ill
While it seems the whole moves
Every part stands still
Every part stands still
Watching television in the afternoon
Wasting my life away
All they want to show me is
What's under the clock today
“But even rats in a cage
Are liable to stray”
So, how many fingers do you see? |
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