A slow, saxaphonish vibe. This is meant to conjour up the image of a downtrodden, dejected and disillusioned employee leaving for the last time, bag slung over his shoulder, saddened by the exploitation he's suffered.
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No Chance Milly! is the pseudnym of Graeme Lang. Originally from Leeds UK, but now living in Paris, France. Graeme makes his music as a hobby. "If anybody li
This is written as the theme tune to my WIP play of the same title. This is about a guy who gave his all working for the man - the same guy as in "Machines". The reality dawns on him just how badly he's been treated and he leaves but vows to take revenge. He takes away with him knowledge of matters that the bosses would not want publicised which were in turn told to him by somebody in a management position but who himself loathed the top echelons but was something of a two faced viper!
Lyrics
He’s deep in thought on his one wheel cycle
While pride and duty fight a battle royale in his heart
A small and tight knit group know, the laxities he let go
A culture thus established wrong from the start
He placed his trust in a rash alarmist
To hush up failures, cover up live sly and so much more
Emails restored in secret that spoke of fraud and regret
Couldn’t hold his tongue and opened up to the floor.
Now Mr Corporate has had enough
He stayed so loyal when the times were tough
Thank god he knows where all the bodies lay
They’re mapped in piles of paper in his dossier.
(Instrumental Break)
Mr Corporate has left the building
The final bell has tolled, the last form has been filled in
With so much information stored inside his brain
Topped up with the gossip from the Skipton Train.
