I Post Song Lyrics Sometimes: Working for the Man

She came. Bursting out of Dorset. To make records you'd forego a pint for.

Her confidence is just astonishing. Was anyone ever so confident? Yet, it is only when we are young that we produce such astonishment. Even Polly Jean is not so sure-footed, now. She is more complicated, less direct, and harder to understand. I like her more, less-understood. But I love her no less, then.


Working for the Man

In the night I look for love
Get my strength from the man above

God of piston, god of steel
God is here behind the wheel

I'm just working for the man

Pretty things get in my car
Take them flying, it's not far

Take in handsome, take in me
Look good in my Steel Machine

I'm just working for The Man
Don't you know yet who I am

Working harder for the man
Go around I'm doing good

Get my strength from the Man Above
I'm just working for the man

I'm just doing what I can
Go around I'm doing good

Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good

Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good

Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good

Go around I'm doing good
Go around I'm doing good

PJ Harvey, Working for the Man, To Bring You My Love, 1995.

Goodnight

Here I am
Prairieland

I got it all, got
Gun in hand

I see
Dungarees

They're all my husband
They're on me

We have the stars
We have the trees

We have everything
We need to feed

I'll make babes
You'll make chairs

We'll sell them at
The county fair

We'll walk on
We'll walk tall

We dance once a week
The union hall

We have the stars
We have the trees

We have everything
We need to feed

Here I am
Prairieland

I got it all, got
Gun in hand

I'll sweep the porch
I dust his room

We swing together
On our chair at noon

We have the stars
We have the trees

We have everything
We need to feed

Goodnight, Irene 

Goodnight, Irene

I'll see you 

In my dreams

PJ Harvey, Goodnight, To Bring You My Love, 1995.

Andy Moozeek

Moore's German diction is just dreadful. And the set! The set is the most rotten, kitsch, awfulness. Schwarzkopf may not have noticed it, but she was so demanding--most especially of herself--and had such good taste, it's hard to imagine her even being there.

Andy Moozeek

Du holde Kunst,
Ich danke dir,
You watch her mouth, say.
Then, you look at her eyes
at the end. And you could fall
forever into that terrifying abyss.
Not because she is dead but
because she is so alive,
so much more alive
than you have ever been.
I believe it is two shots.
I love her hair.
I hope she wins.


L. Steve Schmersal, Andy Moozeek, Dez 2015.