Overworked and underpaid;
Sweating through the heat for below the living wage.
Your two jobs (maybe more) still won’t make rent,
But it won’t matter when they buy the screenplay that you sent.
Eyes glazed over, stocking shelves, writing lyrics in your head.
On your break, you want to finish but it’s back to work instead.
Recording bathroom demos because you have to start somewhere:
Rough songs, cheap mics and stolen software.
Overeducated, underemployed;
Looking at the future like a lost little boy.
From over the counter, or hiding under a desk,
This is my tantrum, this is me holding my breath.
Call it what you will:
Call it aimlessness, call it immaturity,
But living just to work will never ever be enough for me.
I’ve spent enough time with salaried unhappiness,
So I’m shooting for the sun and won’t accept any less.
If we’re defined by what we do and what they take,
I’m an old dusty record scratching memories awake,
So give me time, and give me peace,
To tell stories to my grandkids bouncing on my knees.
So push through the fire, splash through the mud.
Take off like a rocket and surf the rising flood.
“Give all, give everything, give blood.”
“Stormed at with shot and shell,”
And we charge ever on in a dream we believe,
“Boldly they rode and well,”
Far and away the sweetest song that we breathe.
“Into the jaws of death,”
Find what you love, do what you love.
“Into the mouth of hell,”
To sing all the restless to sleep.
To heal every wound and console the bereaved.
These guy's love the Devin townsend's Epic sound Which sounds as if its from another reality, And they make their own Hyper yet drifting Similar to seeing a comet whizzing by the atmosphere. A joy to witness but over, As soon as the majesty of it all sinks in! John Chaos Alexander
vivid memory of this album is that I listened to it during my (I think) final exams at school before I graduated. something about it was perfect and I did pretty well so thanks cloudkicker very cool katsumashi