Lyrics to live by

"Work machine makes us old before our time.
I don't consent that's how I feel.
Because life's too short , so I do what I can to get by.
I'll decide where my time is spent and you can bet there'll be a smile on my face.
How about yours? How about yours!? "


I remember this summer past i wrote a few songs and one of them had the line "yeah, i still listen to start today" in it, and looking on that months later, i look into how much i actually take from that record. I mean sure, when you listen to a lot of good hardcore music, it's hard to miss the Gorilla Biscuits, but they've always been one of the more special bands in my catalog. I remember when i lived in Florida the first time and my uncle gave me the Start Today record before i went home. Those hot and horrible summer days i'd spend in the garage listening to stories of how great it used to be back in the day playing shows with those bands, and how much music sucks now. I guess it's just as if things were so mucn more pungent back then. Bands were crawling out and making a change in sound, and everything was so much more genuine. I look at the lyrics to that album and think of how much i've listened to them over and over in my head, on my stereo since 2001. I guess it makes a lot of sense that they'd stick so close.


I look to the lyrics that i posted above a lot of times and it helps me think that i'm not so fucked, because someone else got it right. I hate battling myself thinking that i tend to have a shitty attitude sometimes towards things, but i guess that's all part of my age. I just got the news that i'm getting an extra hour every day added onto my shift at the shop. It should be welcome news, but i dread it in sorts. I hate to think that it's set to become routine to get up at 5.30 in the AM every day to go to work at 6 and make the tools until 11 when i short out. I get home and think, man what next, it feels like i dedicate over half my day to something i don't even want to do. I get home and there's nothing to do, i'm a slave to going to bed by 9.00. That's not life man. Another thing that strikes me as odd is how through times being overworked for little gain has become an acceptable practice to the people being used. It's unreal to think you need to spend 40 hours a week for something like 45 years doing shit that in almost no way benefits you other than putting money in your pocket. I guess that's just my warped perception of it. But is it wrong?


Work machine makes us old before our time, it runs you down and will put you out of your youth, your mind, all for the sake of putting you out of hunger? Seems life could have been easier than all of this.