...Aside from that, though, work went great. I DID, however, write a song during work. The working title for the song is "Just give me my rock". It goes like this:
I realize of course times are tough;
In this economy making money's rough.
The services once offered aren't good enough,
So trying to adapt they add some fluff.
However they forget the quality stuff,
And leave me wanting very much.
Radios should be entertaining and fun,
Not where noise-content's ratio is five to one.
So let me plea,
In this opening.
Let me critique
What they're doing.
Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.
I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!
I know they need cash, I can't complain,
The problems of making profit are a pain.
And now everyone is exactly the same,
They think less music is better but that's insane.
The trend has emerged, as of late,
To cut out content and leave the lame.
Yet I am at the point, I can no longer wait,
These changes here have left me full of hate.
So let me plea,
In this opening.
Let me critique
What they're doing.
Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.
I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!
Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.
I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!
...You miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight be able to guess what inspired my song here. Just need to think about it a little bit. It's subtle. Truly. Honestly. You wouldn't be able to tell without me hinting at it, surely.
...Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Did I mention I'm still bitter? (Or did I even blog about this at all? I know I've told my girlfriend, but I can't always remember what I blog about.) Well I am for some rather obvious reasons.