When the sun sits down
On the rocking chair of paradise,
And the wind is a greeting card,
The horizon paints your picture---
As dorky as the sea
But although corny is a friend to me.
Life's hard as a rock song
In this carnival of pop songs.
We're spinning like broken records,
We're singing like cuckolds.
Is this all a daydream
When everyone's gone to the rush hour?
Am I acting for the mirror?
I remember a time
When watches stopped underwater,
When planes crashed like television,
And the movies showed 'em Shakespeares---
As funny as a tree
But although serious is a god to me.
Life's soft as a pillow
In this carnival of blankets---
We're dreaming of tall ferris-wheels
And wet our cotton candies. |
The song was written in 1990
originally with the title "Waiting for
Jobs". The original was a song about
unemployment and Steve Jobs. Although the current
construction refers to the social/cultural
significance of the MP3 format, it can still be
elliptically read as a song about unemployment
and, oh yes, even Steve Jobs. |