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A Lyrical Interlude

Number On a Page
Copyright © 1990 by Eben Brooks

I woke this morning and I could not see the light
Went through the motions, too unthinking now to fight
Feels like I'm dying, I'm living just to earn my share
I want to get away but no one seems to care

     There's nothing we can do for you, my lad
     You're trying to claim a thing you never had
     You're nothing but a digit in our files
     We care about your wages, not your wiles
     Don't bother with a purpose or a goal
     You realize you do not have a soul
     Don't listen to your parents or your school
     We make the rules


     Well, open up the door and let me out! I've had enough
     This thing that you call freedom is just a silver-plated cage
     I don't want to spend a life where no one gives a damn
     About who I am, where I'm not a man
     Just a number on a page

I heard my best friend quit his job and moved away
He plays in a band now, earning hundreds every day
While I punch my time-card and I sit behind my desk
Never quite brave enough, afraid to take the risk

     Do you really think you're good enough to try?
     Do you really think you're old enough to die?
     Don't you really want to keep your sanity?
     You don't really want your own identity
     Take a number, wait in line, and you'll be served
     All of this is really more than you deserve
     Don't you worry 'bout the kind of life you'll lead
     It's all you need


     Well, open up the door and let me out! I've had enough
     This thing that you call freedom is just a silver-plated cage
     I don't want to spend a life where no one gives a damn
     About who I am, where I'm not a man
     Just a number on a page

Comments

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neo_tanuki
Feb. 17th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
I sense you require the aid of hokey religions and ancient weapons this evening. Fortunately, I happen to possess both in abundance. ;P
ebenbrooks
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:13 pm (UTC)
Okay, but what does Christianity have to do with Kendo?

(*ducks and runs*)
neo_tanuki
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:37 pm (UTC)
It gives me holy zeal when smiting...hint! hint! (j/k) :P

Hmmm...in real life--spirituality and melee weapons galore!

In Star Wars--spirituality and melee weapons galore!

Is art imitating Tanuki, or Tanuki imitating life?

How philosophical....

...Oh foo on philosopy. Let's go smite things after work with lightsabers! Whee! :D
ebenbrooks
Feb. 17th, 2012 11:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this. It has made me laugh. No mean feat today, lemme tell ya. :)
neo_tanuki
Feb. 17th, 2012 10:38 pm (UTC)
And see, you're very lucky I'm not Dark Side! Because then, of course, the correct response would be...

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."
/force choke

O_O'
ebenbrooks
Feb. 17th, 2012 11:20 pm (UTC)
Gaaakh! >.<

( ;-) )
cerrberus
Feb. 18th, 2012 12:42 am (UTC)
'Smatter, Eben- your midichlorian count low?
whswhs
Feb. 18th, 2012 03:04 pm (UTC)
W. H. Auden expressed somewhat comparable sentiments before you, though more ironically.
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