Modern Vespa

I take my card and I stand in line
To make a buck I work overtime
Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail
I work my back till it's racked with pain
The boss can't even recall my name
I show up late and I'm docked
It never fails
I feel like just another
Spoke in a great big wheel
Like a tiny blade of grass
In a great big field
To workers I'm just another drone
To Ma Bell I'm just another phone
I'm just another statistic on a sheet
To teachers I'm just another child
To IRS I'm just another file
I'm just another consensus on the street
Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down to the sea
Gonna shout out at the ocean
Hey it's me
And I feel like a number
Feel like a number
Feel like a stranger
A stranger in this land
I feel like a number
I'm not a number
I'm not a number
Dammit I'm a man
I said I'm a man

Bob Seger

R

Turning on the world the way
She smiled upon my soul as I lay dyin'
Healing as the colors in the sunshine
And the shadows of her eyes

Kris Kristofferson - Loving Her Was Easier


Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie

Billy Joel - An Innocent Man

We grew up way too fast and now there's nothing to believe
and reruns all become our history

goo goo dolls 'name'

Any lyrics from 1960s or early 70s music holds me, especially Led Zeppelin or CSN& sometimes Y. That's the kind of music I mostly listen to. I had a couple of uncles with large album collections, so I spent a lot of time with the headphones on.

When I'm in a mood to be honest and simple with myself, I sing "Laughing" to myself in my head.

I thought I met a man
Who said he knew a man
Who knew what was going on
I was mistaken
Only another stranger
That I knew
And I thought I had found a light
To guide me through
My night and all this darkness
I was mistaken
Only reflections of a shadow
That I saw
And I thought I'd seen someone
Who seemed at last
To know the truth
I was mistaken
Only a child laughing
In the sun
Ah, ah, ah ...
In the sun

"For once in my life, let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time".

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, rah

Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same...

(Interesting trivia fact: "Those Were the Days" was a hit in 1968 by Mary Hopkins, but the original song was Russian.)

"Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been"

I got a date
I can't be late
If she don't show up
I'll masturbate.

Circle Jerks
8)

I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me.

Fall Out Boy

Tell the devil I said hey
When you get back to where you're from


(Yeah, Bruno Mars...but I like the line.)

Something tells me not many hip hop fans here, but what the hell...

Rakim

I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line
And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time

Andre 3000 from Outkast

Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
And beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowling ball Impalas
And street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread, cheese and dough from scratch

Ghetto Boys

He'd be in for a squabble no doubt.

Always liked this from Gil Scott-Heron's "The Revolution will not be Televised" since I was working for Xerox the first time I heard it:


The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.



Of course the song was written in 1974. Now, the revolution will be televised, put on YouTube, Tweeted, Posted to Facebook, captured on Instagram, etc.

Mos Def, Respiration

The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets

... The shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
you could lose your teeth

Common, Respiration

Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown