Good stomping song with a strong riff
stomper
guitar
Story behind the song
Just riffing on the title, then it sort of got a little profound.
Make of it what you will.
Lyrics
Keep the change
Some much hiding in that little phrase
Three short words
Summing up this unpleasant world
Keep the change
What is that really saying?
Well it's saying: take what comes
And be grateful for my crumbs
Well I know it wasn't meant as an insult
But it is one just the same
Accepted as the default
Given another name
Well you can pray for different days
You can cut against the grain
But keep on keeping the change
And nothing will
Keep the change
Doesn't that sound a little strange?
Don't want to put too much on it
But it just sounds oxymoronic
Keep the change
Permanently rearrange
I might be thinking this too deep
But maybe its better to change what we keep
And if you're looking to find a reason
How they keep you under the whip
What if it was less to do with what they did
And more what you would not
And you're looking to make a difference
Without straying from the script
But if you do what you always did
You're gonna get what you always got
You can wring your hands and complain
You can cling to what remains
But if we keep on keeping the change
Then nothing will
Keep the change
Embrace the strange
Every welcome gain
Don't ask who's paying
And there's something that you might not want to face
As you pull back the shroud
Every flimsy silver lining
Inhabits a big black cloud
But luckily evil can be repainted
As some kind of catalyst for good
While the gears are lubricated by some other sucker's blood (yeah)
That's when I'd had enough, I had to make my stand
Gave the chief executive my final demand
I said take it or leave it, I don't care which
She said "Ha, now I've got you, you son of a bitch
Because you're speaking my language now, you're part of the con
But there's little time for pleasantries if we want to get on"
So keeping the change
Pleasure and pain
Measure the main
The treasure's in train
Says you're insane
But it's breaking my brain
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again
Wearing market stall knock-offs of the emperor's new clothes
Plus ca change
C'est plus la meme chose