Lindsay Mac has a song on her upcoming CD about business and change and rethinking our definitions of progress:
It's 1902 and the sky is not blue /
it's the familiar color of steel /
and the smoke from the stacks /
that will lay down the tracks /
of a country's birth at the wheel.
Suspended on high
with suspenders on tight
is a man connecting the beams /
of a building so big
it will rip up the seams
of a thousand competitor's dreams.
Intense fields of grain /
yes it's perfectly tamed /
for as far as the eye can see /
now a view from above /
where the prairie once was /
is perfectly right angled beams.
When he gets done from spraying
he finds the kids playing
in the pond with nets and fish line /
and they hoist up their prize
of a frog with three eyes
as they dance with delight at their find.
I'm finding it tough
to have just enough
when there's so much out there to try /
my affair with machines
is all for the dream
I might have just a little more time. When I tell you goodnight through the beam of a satellite
it seems like an awfully big bet /
to cut all the anchors to say its just human nature
it's all in the name of progress.
She also has a song called Lucy, which is about quitting your day job and following your dreams. You can actually stream it from http://www.lindsaymac.com
"...
But through it all, when there was doubt, /
I ate it up, and spit it out. /
I faced it all /
And I stood tall /
And did it my way. /
...
For what is a man, what has he got /
If not himself, then he has naught /
To say the things he truly feels /
And not the words of one who kneels. /
The record shows /
I took the blows /
And did it myyyyyyy way"
When things are going not so well, Leonard Cohen:
"I said to myself, 'Where are you golden boy, where's your famous golden touch?' /
I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down. /
I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in ivory town."
(that's Dress Rehearsal Rag)
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"And there are no letters in the mailbox, /
And there are no grapes upon the vine, /
And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, /
And there are no diamonds in your mine"
Isn't for the money
Nor is it for the fun
It's a plan, a scam, a diagram
It's for the benefit of everyone
You gotta have a little respect
Subterranean ideals
Traditional neglect
Reflect on how it would make you feel
The cause- we're just doing it for the cause
No it isn't for the fortune,
It isn't for the fame
It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine
We want everyone to think the same
Because you know what you know is right
And you feel what you can't ignore
And you try so hard to point the blame
A shame- what are we doing this for?
It's 1902 and the sky is not blue / it's the familiar color of steel / and the smoke from the stacks / that will lay down the tracks / of a country's birth at the wheel.
Suspended on high with suspenders on tight is a man connecting the beams / of a building so big it will rip up the seams of a thousand competitor's dreams.
Intense fields of grain / yes it's perfectly tamed / for as far as the eye can see / now a view from above / where the prairie once was / is perfectly right angled beams.
When he gets done from spraying he finds the kids playing in the pond with nets and fish line / and they hoist up their prize of a frog with three eyes as they dance with delight at their find.
I'm finding it tough to have just enough when there's so much out there to try / my affair with machines is all for the dream I might have just a little more time. When I tell you goodnight through the beam of a satellite it seems like an awfully big bet / to cut all the anchors to say its just human nature it's all in the name of progress.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=zwAk6yusvFY
She also has a song called Lucy, which is about quitting your day job and following your dreams. You can actually stream it from http://www.lindsaymac.com