All Things Profane and Sacred

Today I'm doing some computer networking and listening to the fantastic Jeffry Lewis, who always makes me feel snuggly in this horrible cold world where you are lured out of your house for what is supposed to be a waitressing job, but is really a fast food deal. And another round of letters goes out to the temp agencies.

Here's some good-ass lyrics from his "It's the Ones who've Cracked That the Light Shines Through" album that have been going through my head (it's good-really, go out and buy this album if you're like, working and stuff):

Don't let the record label take you out to lunch, you're the one who's gotta pay at the end of the day and try not to want people to like you too much, you'll just need more and more flatteries to recharge your batteries and don't let showmanship get more important than honesty, if you don't wanna be so many singers you see. You don't have to act crazy to do something amazing, you can be just like you should and still do something really good and even when you know there's nobody listening say it to yourself because its good for your health. I know nothing makes sense if you think too much, religion, a pigeon, radios and televisons. Oh it takes so much strength just not to suck and not to be a cynic looking for another gimmick but you're distraught at the thought of losing everything again then they say its not the way you play the game it's if you win, but don't let the record label take you out to lunch cuz every sip of soup has gotta get recouped and then you get a good review and then you get a bad review so don't get suckered either way cuz none of them know you so don't let the record label take you out to lunch . . .