I Need a Vocation
And in the light of the sun
I can say that the lord is proud of what I’ve done
I can say, I can say, I can say, I can…
In the light of the sun I can say—
I NEED A VOCATION!
Bless me with synergy,
Meet me at the water cooler at 6:30.
Tell tall tales of the time of leisure,
It’s 9 o’clock somewhere we can laugh together
I need a vocation,
We’ve got heaps of motivation.
I need a vocation, (I need a vocation).
I need a vocation,
Spilling over with concentration.
Becoming one with corporation,
I have found my final fixation.
I need a vocation.
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America is reaching new heights in Business and Manufacturing.
It’s out with the old and in the with New in Business everywhere!
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I need a vocation,
We’ve got heaps of motivation.
I need a vocation.
I need a vocation,
Simply spilling over with concentration.
Becoming one with corporation,
I have found my final fixation.
I need a vocation.
Gobble
Oh my stars! Throw me in a fairytale.
In real life I’m afraid of what I want
Oh I am terrified to have it.
The magic would be saying, “I am full,”
And fully meaning it.
Knock me down, cast me as the underdog.
When things are going well I find I’ll root for anybody but myself.
Oh what’s the point in seeing dreams coming true?
When I rear back my ugly head,
And I change mind again
At the sight of it.
What the hell! Paint me in fluorescent lights.
Strip away the deeds that I pretend proceed from my unpleasant plight.
Oh look at her! What a shining surprise. She made it out.
Now what is this? Who is standing in my place?
What is that ungainly thing? There’s something quite familiar about its face…
“Oh shit,” I think, “I might have seen it before.”
So I rear back my ugly head,
And I change my mind again.
And so I’ll take it all in
Just to throw it all up,
And I’ll gobble it up again.
And so I’ll take it all in
Just to throw it all up,
And I’ll gobble it up again.
I’ll sing chorus of “I don’t know”s
When you ask me what I need.
But when you turn your back I will think again
And incant the words of this spell
This spell so filthy, so true: “I WANT”,
And I’ll put down my fork again.
Cast me out, leave me to the wind and cold—
Muscles strong for shivering and a heart that thrives on that which I withhold.
Of course it comes down to the simplest things:
The fear of a wish fulfilled,
And the truth that haunts me still,
Each time I rear back my ugly head
And I change my mind again.
The Contenders
On the day that my head ran away
I turned to find you waiting so still
With a look that I fear to this day—
A look that refuses to kill.
So I suffer and cry, I beg Gaia to die,
To spare me the blink of your eye.
For the tundra that you blow my way with such skill
Well, it no longer gives me that thrill.
I was once a contender,
And you fought by my side.
Oh once we were contenders,
But the soil changed her mind.
On the day that you tore off my hand
I'll admit that I held on in spite
Of the fact that I knew not your plan,
But by George I gripped with all my might!
As we stormed a crusade, and we toiled, and played,
And we tore down this life that we made.
We stopped not to cry over this endless fight—
No, we leaned into each scratch and bite.
Oh once we were contenders
And the world bowed at our feet.
Yes I was a contender!
But this judgement was not mine to mete.
Forever was implied
(But woe is me)
I should have guessed that you’d lie.
Now the day we hoped we'd never see
Is coming, you're coming for me.
You said, “Jet-packs and stars, no take-backs”
You’ll get us there “no matter how far”
How we believed—
Now we must contend as you take what you need,
And you do as you please.
And you take your seat,
5, 4, 3, 2, ah ooh!
On the day I handed over my soul
I hung my head in relief.
For I knew that one day you must take your toll
And I knew that I could not defeat.
So for goodness sake, with the lies that you make
Can't you allow me this small mistake-
Forever was implied
(But woe is me)
I should have guessed that you’d lie.
Now the day we hoped we'd never see
Is coming, you're coming for me.
Who Are You?
Who fucking raised you, some kind of thief?
These aren’t the shoes I went to sleep in,
I’m meant to breathe in
The scent of loose change out on the road,
The bitter blank, and the biting cold.
I don’t take what isn’t mine,
I take what’s left behind,
And I’m sorry.
Call me a hopeless fool,
Call me endless names in ridicule,
I won’t worry.
It’s the only thing I know
To be true.
It didn’t take a long time to suss it out, put my finger on it:
I don’t know you.
But I’ve seen you round here before, and at least it’s different now:
And I might want you.
I can’t see what was never there,
I see it’s better anywhere,
So I hurry.
Call me a hopeless fool,
Call me endless names in ridicule,
I won’t worry.
It’s the only thing I know
To be true.
Some Sign of Life
I could say a thousand things each one nicer than the last,
And tell you how the die will be cast.
I could lock your youth away,
I could bottle up your laugh—
I mean we’ll all need something to breathe in a couple days.
With fingers through the holes in your coat
And episodes you know by rote—
Remind me how they go.
Give me now a chance to settle in—
Again, begin.
Friend I’ve come to welcome you, it’s the middle of the end,
And in the middle of this night, we can pretend.
We can make a plan for forty years and a score or more.
We can say we know exactly what this has been for.
In tales you tell by firelight
We might find some sign of life,
With the epilogue in mind.
Give me now some room to understand,
Maybe hold my hand.
And I’ll give you the time to you needed then
To begin again.
Within you I find stories untold
Of coming days and worlds of old,
Of crashing cars and fates too bold.
Give me now the chance to settle in—
Again begin.
And I’ll give you the time you needed then
To begin again.
Give me now some room to understand,
Maybe hold my hand.
And I’ll give you the space to safely rest
And nothing less.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I'll give you my time.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I'll give you my time.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I will give you mine.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I will give you mine.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I will give you mine.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I will give you mine.
Give me now some sign of life,
And I will give you, I will give you mine.
Vocation Reprise
And in the light of the sun
I can say that the lord is proud of what I’ve done.
Now I lay my weary head to sleep,
And I do my part, I play Shepard to the sheep.
For the good man comes from the noble factory
And I shake his hand, hallelujah to he.
Glory be, Gloria I keep his name with me.
Glory be, Gloria
For the day has come to be
That I join in that holy place of dreams,
That I do another part, and now I oil the machines.
I toil hand in hand with my sisters and my brothers.
I put irons in the fire with my fathers and my mothers.
Thus this family we forge both in purpose and in pleasure
Can retire in the kingdom, knowing we are of the treasured.
Sir at the end of my days I can say
That I'm proud of what I’m done,
And once again I can say that the Lord is proud of what I've done.
The Cult of Pure Feeling
I bring you The Cult of Pure Feeling.
I see you, I see what you’re needing.
I’ll tell you that I’ll love you,
And I’ll even do it too.
There’s no one more than me,
Who could love you more than you,
And so I heal you
With The Cult of Pure Feeling.
I raise you from where you’ve been kneeling,
Take you to the source you’ve been seeking.
If you can’t cope with what you’ve been dealing,
Offer hope to the soul that’s been shrieking.
I bring you The Cult of Pure Feeling.
When working days are over
And you’ve lost your grip on you,
Ascend my friend for in the end
There’s one thing left to do,
And so I heal you
With The Cult of Pure Feeling
I raise you from where you’ve been kneeling.
I know, too, the dreams that give meaning
Mean no more than thoughts they’ve been feeding,
And so far nothing’s come from your pleading.
Enter hope! Ecstatic careening to the stars,
Take your place in redeeming.
Endless zeal for a lie worth believing.
I bring you The Cult of Pure Feeling.
Tell Me It's Still Changing
I was reading a book
(I was watching T.V.)
I heard this thing on the news
I can’t remember for the life of me,
But it seems like I should,
So I’ll paraphrase it now.
It was of kind important and apocalyptic,
But I was hoping for hope
(I cried to sleep in the bath).
I know we can see the end
It’s coming from miles away,
Yeah it’s coming just miles away.
Tell me it’s still changing…
I can talk in circles
Till you’re blue in the face
With boredom and disgrace.
I can point out all the ways
That your hometown
Hates the human race.
Oh I can paint a path of such destruction
With my hands behind my back,
Or I could forge ahead,
Write a silly song
Under nuclear attack.
Oh I awake unto an hour
That I’m sure will be my last,
And now I can’t decide to bang or whimper,
To ride this wave into the ether.
While I sit here with bated breath
And fearing fates that rival death,
I’ll wait for words, wait for better words from you
1, 2, 3, 4
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah-ah
I know how it’s gonna be.
’Cause I’m taking action
As I lay in bed all day.
And the truth is in my hands,
But I can’t contain it now.
It feels ultra tragic and melodramatic,
But since we took that first step,
We’ve been marching to towards this end—
I know we can see it now
How can I get out of bed?
How can I get out of my head?
Tell me it’s still changing!
To the End; or George and Gustave
Oh what an Age!
I feel it bear down on my shoulder,
I feared the world was getting colder,
Darling I was wrong.
Oh, what a Day—
There’s nothing more to say.
I don’t know how to live,
Got nothing more to give.
But I find it in me somehow
I stagger on,
And I hold on
To the end.
So tell me true:
You see a light in the tunnel, you see a way through
You see the answers, you see proof
You see a reason, you see me too—
Or tell me a lie.
There’s nothing more to try.
I don’t know how to breathe,
But I know I’ll never leave
And I find it in me somehow I stagger on,
And I hold on To the end.
Let me find something to love
To the end.
’Cause it’s a long road
To walk alone,
And I’d rather share the sights
Than be out here on my own.
So let it be you
To say you’ll have me too—
That we’ll see each through
We’ll find it inside somehow
We’ll soldier on.
Oh we’ll hold on.
We crawl and climb unto
The bitter end.