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Today is STILL Yesterday
03:32
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Sun up, next day
still asleep but on the way
Claw time, long stay
way too many bills to pay
File in, queue up,
suck the smoke to get your cut
Chug down black cup
dead inside, you play the mutt
Small cube, big pain
Kool-aid drunk you smile the same
Your work, their gain
rank and file no need for name
Fall out, drive home
vow to salvage time your own
Dark crush, gloom zone
thankful prayer comes out a moan
There's no respite
This is your life
Sliced more each day
By the work knife
What's the payoff?
When is halftime?
Daily grind takes... another offering.
Short trip, long time
undue torture could be crime
New car, old grime,
mileage kills before it's prime
News man, short cut,
mobbed by others still get stuck
Snap rod, street rut,
ulcer forming in your gut
Old days, past dream,
ideal life now but a dream
Big plans, failed theme,
trashed to fit within the scheme
Clench wheel, cry mind,
under debts of blood you signed
Each day, remind
growing hatred for mankind
There's no respite
This is your life
Sliced more each day
By the work knife
What's the payoff?
When is halftime?
Daily grind takes... another offering.
Sun up, next day
still asleep but on the way
Claw time, long stay
way too many bills to pay
File in, queue up,
suck the smoke to get your cut
Chug down black cup
dead inside, you play the mutt
Realize too late
it's not the job, but you you hate
You chose cut bait,
when you did you sealed your fate
No more, black lie,
mirror can't see eye to eye
Right now, must try,
else you grind until you die
Grind until you die!
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Look at me, I'm better than the
worker ants, all toiling mindless.
I have left the greedy selfish
sheeple down, and a far behind.
Opened eyes, I'm living now, I
can't recall such blissful moments.
Morbid days seem ages past,
used to drag and suck my life but
What could grant such adulation?
Nothing from the world below me!
No one down there cares to learn me,
so I leave them dying daily.
Born anew among the birds,
traversing worlds known to no others,
I alone will reap the bounty
harvest all the thrilling sun as...
Here... up high...
I'm free, I'm mine
Hard to think how just this morning
I was on my way to bordom.
Marking cents on someone's dollar,
micromanaged, propagandized.
Then at once surprise solution,
missed by others shown unto me,
breaks me from the inside out and
soaring stratospheric, laughing.
Cannot stress my new sensation,
strange at once yet quite familiar.
No agenda, punching time clock.,
here I answer no one ever.
Will not care a second for them,
now so perfectly beneath me.
Will not waste the time it'd take
to slow enough to spit upon them!
Here... up high...
I'm free, I'm mine
I don't miss you! I don't need you!
Want and want, you make me bleed through.
Never gave me, never graved me,
overdrawn, you could have saved me!
Well for once, this table's turned!
Struck down there, it's you who's spurned.
Fight each other, ink out your lives,
pray one day your car arrives.
Will will help you? Who will feed you?
Stroke your egos, false complete you?
Wanna date me? Rather hate me?
Out of range, you cannot bait me!
Paltry lives and nothing chances,
grope for blindly missed romances.
Years and years, endured the grind,
my turn now! It's quitting time!
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Hello! We see you've found our flying car!
And we can tell, you have enjoyed yourself so far.
So, we encourage you to hear these words, perhaps,
you've found the answer you want most.
(spoken word)
Come! And join us flying high through every sky,
as we aid to serve and help uplift mankind.
With your car we'll send you 'round the globe,
where you'll find meaning redefine your soul.
(spoken word)
Now it's time for you to make your decision.
Will you fly with us, or drive a normal life?
This is your choice, one you must make alone.
Think wisely, do what's best for the life you own.
Hello! We see you've found our flying car!
And we can tell, you have enjoyed yourself so far.
So, we encourage you to hear these words, perhaps,
you've found the answer you want most.
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Flying Or Driving?
05:33
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Thought I found an easy answer, should have known to take a chance I
might win quickly in the front stretch, but that's far from retiring early.
So it seems the strings attached will give me pause enough to test my
willingness to fly out further. Am I free? Or just a server?
Here right now I choose my future, can't act hastily.
There will not be second chances, must think carefully.
I could leave my cube behind and lead a life of flying wonder!
Aiding others, selfless helping, not employees, sisters, brothers!
How would that be any different from the tether in an office?
Bright illusion, bigger cages, off one leash tied to another?
(solos)
Here right now I choose my future, can't act hastily.
There will not be second chances, must think carefully.
All my life I've dreamed of being rich and famous, loving life and
never worried for the future, never dread the coming morning.
Slowly, surely, every day though, I move only further downward.
When did I, the happy, bright child, turn into this destitute soul?
Was this simply random fortune? Or at last has fate forgiven?
Glowing panel, awaiting answer Still observer, neutral party.
Thoughts are rushing, mind sensations, heart rate rising, time elapsing.
Here I'll make my grand decision, living always, consequences!
Here right now I choose my future, must act wisely.
There will not be second chances, so much pressure!
Is there such a ways as perfect? Course of action, pure and flawless?
Will I always seek the daydream? Can I truly find contentment?
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James Wyatt Houston, Texas
I now work alone, puttering with what I have and record to computer. I love writing but have a hard time actually recording. It's a fun process, even if no one really hears these songs.
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