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It's funny because it's true (Original Post)
Blue_Tires
Apr 2018
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Ohiogal
(32,047 posts)1. HILARIOUS!
fleur-de-lisa
(14,628 posts)2. Love this!
Makes me think of the lyrics to one of The Police songs from the 80's, Synchronicty II:
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
sl8
(13,866 posts)4. Thanks for that.
I never knew, certainly didn't appreciate, most of the lyrics
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity_II
...
There's a domestic situation where there's a man who's on the edge of paranoia, and as his paranoia increases a monster takes shape in a Scottish lake, the monster being a symbol of the man's anxiety. That's a synchronistic situation.
?Sting, 'A Visual Documentary', 1984
...
There's a domestic situation where there's a man who's on the edge of paranoia, and as his paranoia increases a monster takes shape in a Scottish lake, the monster being a symbol of the man's anxiety. That's a synchronistic situation.
?Sting, 'A Visual Documentary', 1984
...
Synchronicity II
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner
Synchronicity II lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner
Synchronicity II lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
fleur-de-lisa
(14,628 posts)5. I loved their sound, but the sentiment behind the lyrics,
the intelligence and stark truth of their words, are what really drew me to their music.
I remember thinking way back then that when my generation matured, we would fix all the bad shit in the world.
And look where we are now.
I was on mute...