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Issue 47/48 : January - June 2010 : Volume 12 No 3/4
The Other Side of Somehow The ink on the pink slip started bleeding in a drop of rain, If I catch the drop before it hits the ground, maybe that’ll hold off the pain 19 years on the assembly line, a line the bankers put to an end The rumors said it was coming, but sometimes you need to pretend Now I’m on the other side of Somehow, a place where ends don’t meet How come “10,000 CEOs laid off” is a headline we’ll never see? Betty, she took it well, at least that’s what she showed She said "by the way, I gave the bank all our money, was much less than what we owed’ They offered me a job at the new place, said we’ll pay you to pack up & go but at half the wages; and I don’t speak the language, down there in Mexico I’m on the other side of Somehow, where honest men are tempted to cheat How come “10,000 CEOs laid off” is a headline we’ll never see? I’m not an educated man, I work with my hands, but there’s one thing that I know: Big Business eats all the donuts, then leaves us with the holes C’mon, give us a little justice, along with all the larceny Then I’ll know life was meant for living, beyond its warranty I had a funny dream last night, the CEOs were working for me I had ‘em digging holes, then filling them in; they say revenge can be sweet I handed them 10,000 pink slips; not a dime in severance pay And now from my side of Somehow, the vultures had become the prey I’m on the other side of Somehow, where justice is blind to greed How come “10,000 CEOs laid off” is a headline we’ll never see? No Ordinary Visionary I must confess I don’t care if you take my advice As long as you let me give it to you, that will suffice I know I should stop right now, I know I’m paying friendships’ price You know I can’t help it; it’s both my virtue and my vice I’m no ordinary visionary, my hindsight’s 20-20 I can tell you tomorrow what you did wrong today I’m no ordinary visionary, if you read between my lines, you’ll see The advice I give to everyone else is really meant for me The more advice I give you, the more you resent me At the end of the day, I turn all my friends against me But the advice I give to you is helping me through my blues Isn’t it ironic that my own tonic is helping me more than you If you meet no ordinary visionary, let him talk til’ he’s blue in the face Because he needs the ear of someone dear and the difference he often makes I’m a projector, a real dejector, I can really bring you down My advice is like a life preserver, the kind that lets you drown Let me save you, and that will save me Let me save you, so you can save me I just hate to see you screw things up so badly It’s not for nothing, it’s ’cause I love you madly Whoops, I didn’t mean to say that to you just now Love has a way of making you say these things anyhow I’m no ordinary visionary, my hindsight’s 20-20 if you let me tomorrow, I will love you today I’m no ordinary visionary, if you read between my lines, you’ll see The advice I give to everyone else is really meant for me At the end of the day, my confidence sways like the bobble-headed man I am But I hope you can find it in your heart to listen before you condemn because I’m no ordinary visionary Yeah, I’m no ordinary visionary... New York |