1. |
Enough is Enough
02:32
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LYRICS :
Enough
Computer literate with good communication skills
Enough is enough
And the ability to work well within a team
Are you available for work?
Are you flexible enough to work over the weekend
Can you put in those extra hours for us?
I have had it up to here
My heart is filled with fear
Enough
Oh the phone is ringing every time i put it down
Can i help you sir you have won a kitchen
Its a shame the way your treated by your fellow man
Who is only payed one pound more than you an hour
Are you flexible enough to work over the weekend
Can you put in those extra hours for us?
I have had it up to here
My heart is filled with fear
Enough
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LYRICS :
I've been working here a long time
I've been working till my fingers are red and sore
And the keyboard doesn't have any letters any more
The staff in the canteen know my name
I've been working here a long time
I've been working here a long time
I've been working till my crossed legs have broken all the bones
And I know by the tone who's calling on the phone
The lady at reception knows my name
I've been working here a long time
I've been working here a long time
I've been working till my heart has imploded with fear
Have I done everything that I needed to do
Am I more than this keyboard and these post - it - notes
Is time running out as the years get shorter
Will I be just a shirt and tie till I'm dead?
And nothing to show but some overdue rent
I've been working here a long time.
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3. |
Glutton For Punishment
02:48
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LYRICS :
I’ve been working part time in customer service
Sat behind a counter
Starring at a cue of people
Wishing I was dead in customer service
Sat behind a counter
Starring at a cue of people
Ripping out my heart
Dislocating my bones
We are dancing macabre
As the scum of the earth
Good morning can i help you
I am a robot
I have no opinions
Only corporate information
No one here is happy in customer service
Going through the motions
Speaking for the sake of speaking
Ripping out my heart
Dislocating my bones
We are dancing macabre
As the scum
Drifting through the sewer
Creeping into your home
We are calling you up
To come into work
Ripping out my heart
Dislocating my bones
We are dancing macabre
As the scum
Drifting through the sewer
Creeping into your home
We are calling you up
To come into work
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4. |
El Popo
01:53
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LYRICS :
I could French kiss a porcupine
Stick my hand into a fire
I could have a migraine
An abscess caused by tooth decay
But I don’t want to visit mum and dad
They’ll just make me feel bad
I could stand in a cue
Eat a mouldy sag aloo
I could lower my genitals
Into the erupting Popocatépetl
But I don’t want to visit mum and dad
They’ll just make me feel bad
I could read the NME
Watch reality tv
Wear fake tan and wax my chest
But I don’t want to visit mum and dad
They’ll just make me feel bad
Into the erupting Popocatépetl
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5. |
It Pays The Bills
03:26
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LYRICS :
I sing a familiar tune
I sing for you
At a wedding or a leaving do
I can sing for you but it’s not what I do
I have a dream to sing for you
Something new
But I sing take that back for good
As my dreams are drowned by a forgotten, a forgotten, a monotonous flood
But I keep telling myself
It pays the bills
I studied photography,
I can take a photograph
Kitchen design or a caricature wedding
It pays the bills but it’s not what I do
I want to break the shackles that enslave
I cower to these bills
It’s such a chore
So secure this bread and butter
I eat it everyday
But its making me, making me, making me unwell.
But I keep telling myself
It pays the bills
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6. |
Lets Get Pissed
03:41
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CREDITS:
All songs written, performed and recorded by Ric Birtill
*Japanese spoken word on Don’t Give Up Your Day Job by Dean Hinchey
Produced and mixed by Ric Birtill
Mastered by Gareth Woodfield
Recorded at SIC studios
Released through SIC turtle Records
Artwork by Robin Hill
© Sic Turtle Music 2020 copyright control; unauthorised copying, broadcasting, hiring, renting or public performance prohibited.
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7. |
I Can't Dance
02:33
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LYRICS:
I can't
I can't dance
Shake my booty or throw jazz hands
Oh come on
Let's dance
Let’s dance
I don’t want to dance
You find me subdued at the back of the club
Slouched in a corner with both arms crossed
Look at you
You can dance
You slut drop with eloquence
Oh come on
Lets dance
Lets dance
I don’t want to dance
I see you sat in your seat
Before propelled into orbit when they play that beat
You gather up the rest of your crew
To go paralytic and to sing out of tune
Don’t you love it when your in a packed out club
Someone screaming in your ear this is my favourite song
And they get the words wrong
It’s going to be long night
I don’t want to dance
Twerk into embarrassment
Oh come on let’s dance
Let’s dance
I don’t want to dance
I cued half an hour for an overpriced pint
And now I’m stood with you under a very warm light
You gather up the rest of your crew
To go paralytic and to sing out of tune
Don’t you love it when your in a packed out club
Someone screaming in your ear this is my favourite song
It’s time to go home
It’s going to be a long night
I can't
I can't dance
Shake my booty or throw jazz hands
Oh come on
Let's dance
Let’s dance
I don’t want to dance
You find me subdued at the back of the club
Slouched in a corner with both arms crossed
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8. |
Pull a Sickie
02:12
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LYRICS:
I drank too much at the Cardigan Arms last night
I woke up this morning and I am due in work at nine
I feel so rough and the sunlight hurts my eyes
What should I do?
Pull a sickie
My band have been offered the chance to open for Sting
But I am due in to work on the same night as the gig
I am pulling my hair out this is something I surly can’t miss
What should I do?
Pull a sickie
When you need to make those last minute plans
When it’s too late to get cover or book in advance
When you don’t want to quit or get fired for telling the truth
What should I do?
Pull a sickie
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9. |
Don't Leave The House
02:38
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LYRICS:
Agoraphobia
Stood in a lift with everyone else
We are all going to die
What the hell is that smell
It wasn’t me
I didn’t guff in here
Heart rate rapid heart rate
Breathing trouble breathing
Dire diarrhoea
Que sera
If you're unsure
Listen to your
Conscience I’m sure you’ll find
Safety in doors
Don’t leave the house
Riding
Riding the bus
People outside are waiting in line
We are all going to die
There are plenty of free seats around
Don’t talk to me
Why did you sit next to me
Heart rate rapid heart rate
Breathing trouble breathing
Dire diarrhoea
Que sera
If you're unsure
Listen to your
Conscience I’m sure you’ll find
Safety in doors
Don’t leave the house
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10. |
Dole Scum
02:53
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Inside the Job Centre
Print out some jobs
Take them home
Email and telephone
Attach a CV and a cover note
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
I got a graphics and design degree
Now I work for Costa Coffee
This place is killing me
Put on a fake smile
Wipe up spilt tea
And what has become of my piece of shit degree?
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
I’m not just sat around the house all day
I am walking through town with my curriculum vitae
I bash my face against your walls everyday
What more do you want
What more do you expect
Of what I can do and what I will do next
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
Applying for another job online
Walking into shops with my CV
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11. |
Parking Space One
01:44
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LYRICS:
We now have new tenants moving into apartment 3
And we have given them their allocated parking space
Please could you now park
Please could you now park in space one
The tenant in apartment one
He does not have a car
And we have just arranged with him
For you to use that space
Please could you now park
Please could you now park in space one
Yours sincerely, kind regards
Your lettings manager
If you have any questions please
Don’t hesitate to call
Please could you now park
Please could you now park in space one
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12. |
Curtain Twitcher
03:05
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LYRICS:
The lamp light glows fro behind her blinds
I am frozen from my waste to my toes
I think she knows
I am crippled with fear in her peripheral scorn
I can see her hand has reached for the telephone
I think she knows
All the things I have done
Last night
I got into a fight
I was kicked out the pub
Staggering home singing The Minotaur’s Song
I walked into a wall
And I fell to the floor
I think she knows
All the things I have done
She will use against me for her own fun
Curtain twitcher
She is a nosey neighbour
I broke into her home
And I strangled her to death with the cord from her phone
Curtain twitcher
She was a nosey neighbour
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LYRICS:
You will try your best to succeed
Sweat and slave try to embrace all the defeat
People can be cruel cynical and rude
They will try to stop you
It's hard enough to try and crawl
Out from underneath it all
Just when you think that you are there
Someone is waiting with a snare
And they will love to tell you
Don’t give up your day job
Stick to waiting tables
You will never amount to anything more
Now go and do as you are told
When I hear that cretinous drool
It throws me into a whirl pool
I am spinning in despair
I have forgotten why I’m here
And what I am dong
It can stifle restrict and distract
And in some cases permanently block
The getting and get up
The doing and the try
Yes they love to tell you
Don’t give up your day job
Keep cleaning that toilet
They think it's funny
But it's not funny at all
Don’t give up your day job
Stick to waiting tables
You will never amount to anything more
Now go and do as you are told
Don’t give up your day job
Keep cleaning that toilet
They think it's funny
But it's not funny at all
I've seen you on stage
Singing your songs
It's nothing new and it's all been done before
So don’t give up your day job
このような批判を受け入れて
それを自分の本業とは
別の才能を伸ばすための
努力や意欲に活かしていけば
その批判はただの批判ではなく
自己実現に繋がりるよ!
他の人が理解したり
得ていないことを広い心で受け入れ
理解していくことが出来れば
それはあなたを成功へと導く一部となり
新しいライフ待っているよ!
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14. |
I Wish I Was a Plumber
02:25
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LYRICS:
I wish I was a plumber
I wish I worked in a petrol station
I wish I worked in customer service
And I was content
I wish I was joiner
I wish I worked in a factory
I wish I worked selling cleaning goods from a magazine
And I was content
I wish I wasn’t a musician
I wish I had a steady income
I wish I could come home from selling car insurance
And be content
I want to be content
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