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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears/Love & Some Verses

The company I work for has done a good job in the last year or so of stripping it's managers of all of their responibilities, leaving us to have to ask for approval for every small thing such as ordering product on certain days, changing a customer's price (even though we are the ones who are to go out & find the customers & quote them prices), extending a customer credit, writing checks over a certain amount etc, etc etc. They also ask us to cut hours for all sorts of reasons. There is one responsibility they leave in our hands, however, which is telling our employees that their hours are going to be cut, & it breaks my heart to do it. That's business, I guess, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

On a happier note (well, for me anyway), here's some of my favorite lyrics from my favorite songwriters.



Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das Kapital
and gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
while Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Tho
mas died drunk in
St Vincent's hospital
Nick Cave, There She Goes My Beautiful World



I could have been your pillar,
could have been your door

I could have stayed beside you,
could have stayed for more.

Could have been your statue,
could have been your friend,

A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true I would be,
I should be through and through

I could have been One of these things first
I could have been One of these things first.
Nick Drake, One of These Things First



Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe
and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing
and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town
Joni Mitchell, Carey



Papa died while my Girl Lady Edith was born Both heads fell like Eyes on a crack in the door And Sodom, South Georgia Slept on an acre of bones Slept through Christmas Slept like a bucket of snow
Samuel Beam, aka Iron & Wine, Sodom, South Georgia


And some might say that it's a waste of time
Cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behinds You know the stakes is high we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem Its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving They only wanna see us occupying a coffin Mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving From trying to get over, get under, get even Get inside getting, getting dumped, getting greedy We got to get it right It ain't about to be easy You better pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely Pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearing me, holler it you hear me
The Roots, Guns Are Drawn


I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
Leonard Cohen, Tonight Will Be Fine


Jesus, help me find my proper place Jesus,
help me find my proper place

Help me in my weakness
'Cos I'm falling out of grace Jesus Jesus
Lou Reed, Jesus




I wake up an' I'm fine
With my dreamings still on my mind
But it doesn't take long, you see
For the demons to come and visit me
And i've got my problems
Sometimes love doesn't solve them
And i end each day in a song
Will Oldham, aka Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Hard Life

if you find that your closet is a mess
dig through the bins
try to find a nice dress
among the skeletons
Kevin Davis, If We Run



Well, I rapped upon a house
With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way"
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

I'm missing a ton of course, but that's all I got for today.

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

Where Are You Tonight?-Bob Dylan, Street Legal

Lessons From What's Poor-Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Master & Everyone

Every Ghost Town Needs a Commission-Kevin Davis

Better Git it in Yo' Soul!-Charles Mingus, Mingus Ah Um

Oh Babe I'm On Fire-Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Nocturama

Happy Wednesday, friends!

andrew


4 comments:

Christie said...

I'm sorry you have to be the bearer of bad news, that's always a hard position to be in. I hope the rest of the week goes better for you!!

Joyce said...

Why is it companies save the bad news about hours when people need them the most? Every job has a down side, the upside is that every song has lyrics. Thanks for this post, it helps to be lyrical at 6:47 AM.

Pam said...

I'll be praying for you and your employees. This time of year always brings me hard memories of downsizing at St. Paul. But God is good!

Dan Van said...

Iha8SW

really

I hate SW
but they do have fine paint and even better people-(were talking the people at the store level only -but not the hacks at the muskegon store-execpt for amanda and dobb they all are hacks)

I love the last post about the old Christmas songs there the best.

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