One Monday morning
The day after playing a gig in Oxford in October 2007, I was on the train home and found myself daydreaming about what might happen if all the people at a single workplace suddenly decided to do the thing they most wanted to do, instead of the thing they were paid to do. I started writing some words down (and I knew straight away that it should be in 3/4 time, for some reason) and picked up the guitar as soon as I got home, and blimey, it must be one of the quickest songs I've written. Songwriting-wise, I mean, not tempo. It debuted at a Manchester gig on 31 October and it's gone down really well everywhere so far. Might have to record it soon!
One Monday morning at quarter to ten
Dawn the receptionist put down her pen
There was no-one around and the phones were all dead
She said, I'm gonna do something decent instead
Configured her voicemail then, with a grin,
left a note on the door saying 'let yourself in'
By lunchtime she'd written a whole symphony
By teatime she'd ended worldwide poverty
The human resources boss, quite suddenly
stopped drafting an internet use policy
She bolted her door and went back on the net
and had all the hot cybersex she could get
While Dave in the postroom, true to his nature,
dressed up as an Elvis impersonator
Packed up his stamps whistling 'Love Me Tender',
marked all the incoming post 'Return to Sender'
The marketing team had an orgy of greed
and blew a year's wages on stuff they didn't need
The IT support guys did what they love best
and stayed at their desk
Then out on the golf course, the stressed chief exec
was floored by a lightning bolt straight to his neck
He forgot who he was, but then quite happily
spent the rest of his life getting stoned, and watching daytime TV
Clearly the company went to the wall
and nobody missed it at all. |
