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Babak
03:54
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Office Worker's Lament
04:06
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I don't want a full-time job no more
No, I don't want a full-time job no more
I want to get up late and work from twelve till four
No, I don't want a full-time job no more.
I wanna part time job with twice the pay
Oh, I wanna part time job with twice the pay
But I won't get that I know there's just no way José
Oh, I wanna part time job with twice the pay
But you can't get what you want
No, you can't get what you want
Without a little bit of money in you pocket
No, you can't get what you want
I don't want to have to pay the rent
No, I don't want to have to pay the rent
As soon as money's earned the moneys' spent
Cos all of us, we have to pay our rent.
I don't want to do what I am told
No, I don't want to do what I am told
I'm not that young and you, you're not that old
So I'm not gonna do what I am told
But you can't do what you want
No, you can't do what you want
Without a little bit of money in you pocket
No, you can't do what you want
It's not that I refuse to be a member of society
It's just it seems so clear to me there's more to being alive
Than sitting at your desk all day and hanging off your monthly pay
Doing a job you hate from nine to five
Just to survive
It's not that I refuse to be a member of society
It's just it seems so clear to me there's more to being alive
Than sitting at your desk all day and hanging off your monthly pay
Doing a job you hate from nine to five
Just to survive
Are you alive?
I don't have a full-time job no more
No, I don't have full-time job no more
And yes the wolf's just kept from the door
But I don't have a full-time job no more.
But I don't know what I want
No, I don't know what I want
I've got a little bit of money in my pocket
But I don't know what I want
But I don't know what I want
No, I don't know what I want
I've got a little bit of money in my pocket
But I don't know what I want!
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M.A.K.
07:45
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Morning Reflections
03:46
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Morning Reflections by Frosty-Faced Fogo
Who has not known that painful hour,
When from the fumes of liquor waking,
Reason, in part, regains her power,
With stomach sick and noddle aching?
Oh! how we execrate the beer,
The gin, the song , the midnight revel;
Ah! getting tipsy is divine,
But getting sober is the devil.
My memory is quite confus’d!
Why did we have another bowl in?
My mouth is parch’d, my bones are bruis’d,
And in the gutter I’ve been rolling!
Night after night to keep it up
is of the system downright slaughter;
Oh! let me have of tea a cup,
And bring a glass of soda water.
Left by my comrade in the lurch,
With lobster raw - confound the liquor!
Tis time my pantaloons to search;
Ay, Jove I’ve lost my blunt and ticker.
Moral:
Then lads, of getting drunk beware,
And from my case take timely warning;
And let your evening frolic bear
The calm reflections of the morning.
F.F.F.
Oxford Chronicle and Reading Gazette 09 March 1839
NB. He was dead two weeks later.
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Donkey Oaty
03:31
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