I just want to bang on the drum all day.
Is that what it’s called these days?
Thank you. I’ll go to bed now with that in my head.
There’s a monkey in the jungle,
Watching a vapor trail.
Caught up in a conflict,
Between his brain and his tail.
I smoke 2 joints in the morning…lots of snipping…and at every 2000 points, I smoke 2 more.
EV-rybody now…
get together, try to love each other right now
Unfortunately, Leaffan, you have to be gainfully employed to maintain yourself. My advice is you go to your job and then when you get home, you find some means of releasing the tension of the workplace. Maybe go out to a small enclosure in your backyard and hit some object repeatedly while imaging it’s your employer.
Everybody wants to work
No, no, I never go to work.
I am now listening to TMBG at work…
I suppose you don’t want to play, either.
Are you working all day for a mean little guy
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie?
Has he got you running 'round the office
Like a gerbil on a wheel?
Well, he can tell you what to do,
But he can’t tell you what to feel.
In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath
You had all kinds of time to think of that reference.
Emigrate to New Zealand. My Kiwi friends all tell me it’s easy to get and stay on the dole there.
Try banging on the drum all day and I mean ALL DAY some time. Go for at least 8 hours and really wail on them. I promise you that you will be back looking for a job within the week.
I don’t want to work either.
Drums are for the kids who can’t skate.
Charlie Watts don’t skate.