May I grab hold of what's left to have of your ear
as your eyes slip more and more out of phase,
glossing over two shades further with every moment passing
and every sip as it passes your lips?
Well, I don't know how I feel
selling people on a company line,
when they have needs burning their pockets
far more important, so desperate.
But I can't think like that
while sitting at a desk
in this whitewashed, humming office,
and I don't know if I can make good through this.
So, I serpentine a way to sell myself to the system
without giving up the one chance to get decent.
The business suit is gonna keep me warm.
Bossman is gonna keep me fed.
Bossman's gonna keep me wanting,
and Bossman's gonna keep me drinking
so long as I keep on working,
taking it to the streets every morning,
slipping into sport coats and coffee.
I just can't ever feel clean
pushing people down the company line
to grovel at its feet,
and serve as fuel for this machine.
So, I spill over little splashes here and there,
and sell myself to the man
at a half-ass, face-value bottom-line,
taking my breaks on a higher plain.
They'll steal the smiles from children's faces.
They'll break as many men as it takes them.
So, serpentine a way to sell yourself to the system
while still reaching for something decent.
Bossman is gonna keep me clothed.
This business suit's gonna keep a roof overhead.
Bossman is gonna keep me going,
and Bossman's gonna keep me drinking
as long as I keep on working.
Taking to the streets every morning;
burning ear on talk radio,
and lately I can't fight it.
Oh, how I want to fight it!
>> insert >> "Release"
Those who can't will proceed to teach
as those who dance define their feet by the beat
grinding away on the floor;
fueling the gears churning, life whirls around.
Schematic:
dancers serve purpose, a part of the mechanism;
stay in process, the world moves in patterned throws.
Aesthetic:
dancers dream of being apart from the mechanism,
lost in steps; a new world without process, no mold.
Find your way in the steps.
Find yourself in cause.
The beat knows no bounds,
rhythm plays by no rules.
Feel the release.
Escape!
This is your chance.
Patterns need not attention,
they reciprocate on end without intervention.
The mechanism is programmed,
with effortless ease, unceasing;
grinding, driving, winding... life whirls around.
This is your chance.
Escape!
Feel the release.
