>I doubt that many people really love their jobs, if they had full
>consciousness of the choices, like what other people's jobs are
>like, long vacations, and the joy of not working at all. American
>workers also don't understand that they work themselves to death in
>order to buy worthlesss trinkets and indications of "wealth." I find
>it hard to believe that *anybody* would find *any* work at Wal-Mart
>pleasing if they knew about the alternatives.
>
>Don't work, it only encourages them,
[with thanks to Joseph Conrad]
We Live As We Dream, Alone Gang of Four
The city is the place to be With no money you go crazy I need an occupation! You have to pay for satisfaction
We live as we dream, alone To crack the shell we mix with the others Some flirt with fascism Some lie in the arms of lovers
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone
Everybody is in too many pieces No-man's-land surrounds me! With no money we'll all go crazy (we apologize)
Man and woman need to work It helps us define ourselves We were not born in isolation But sometimes it seems that way
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone The space between our work and its product Some fall into fatalism As if it started this way
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone
We live as we dream, alone (We live as we dream, alone) We live as we dream, alone (We were not born in isolation) We live as we dream, alone (But sometimes it seems that way)
(The space between our work and its product)
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (As if it always must be this way) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (With no money we'll all go crazy)