I wish I made enough money at music to give up my white collar day job. It pays ridiculously well (and I have bills, as do we all), but is a never-ending parade of frustrations.
I'm imagining this as a voice and drum dirge sort of thing...we'll see if that idea survives the demo process...
I'm here. I'm here.
But my give-a-shitter is broke
My path is clear.
but what's keeping me going is Diet Coke.
I've got the same meeting three times today
My weekend is still three days away
and my paycheck is already spoken for anyway.
same old words from the engineer.
You've made the same excuses for the last year.
meeting's sidetracked, the effort's blown
the misery spreads across three time zones
as I make rude gestures repeatedly at the phone.
New version of the documents coming through.
pray for death.
but they still haven't made the changes I told them to.
I'm here to help make the product better
but they're doomed to fail in this whole endeavor
emojis in executive summaries are not clever
this is the same discussion we had this morning
stare at the door.
does no one else find this waste concerning?
An intimate view of seeing sausage made
a parade of crises, all self-made
if the public could see, they'd clearly feel betrayed!
I press on.
Because I'm a damned professional.
But I'm gone,
the moment that last damned meeting's called.
I wanna ride my bike along that wooded ridge
I've cold craft beer waiting in my fridge
But there's a three mile backup heading toward the bridge!