Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
In an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone
Or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
This is a good place to remind everyone that if you wait for social security retirement in America you have a really good chance of dying shortly after that retirement. The great die off starts at 65.
And yes you can live healthier to have better odds of getting higher on that chart. But you cannot add young years. So if your idea of Europe includes skiing in the alps or something then you need to go before you retire. Don’t let the idle rich dictate your life. They aren’t waiting around.
And yes you can live healthier to have better odds of getting higher on that chart.
Living healthier means keeping your stress low, saving time for exercise, and limiting your intake of fast food.
But these are luxuries primarily reserved for the already wealthy. Luxuries afforded through cheap service sector labor.
Like so much else in this country, good health is paid for with a labor tax on the poor.
Poor bastard was waiting for Windows update to finish.
I’ll see you on the dark side of the Moon.
It’s not like you can afford anything else.
to rebel is what we have left
God I love Pink Floyd!!
Same. Especially this song. More chills given than any other song. I’d assume I’ve listened to it 200 times or more at this point
It’s brutal, isn’t it? 7 minutes of pure distilled existential terror
Yeah it’s breautiful™
Mine is “Dogs.” The combination of the message and the barking in the solo is just…
I wonder what motivational posters workers in the Bahamas have on their wall
People crave what they don’t have.
A big rusty secondhand spaceship, with which to run a dinky little trans-lunar scrap and salvage company. My second mate would be a cat.
I too crave the carve
A picture of some depressing city alleyway that’s says
“Laugh at the losers who are stuck with this out their window”
A lot of “third world” countries don’t work the hours we do.
This claim doesn’t really pass the smell check for me - can you point to where you get the notion from? Checking the lists for average hours worked per year per worker, richer countries routinely have lower numbers than poorer countries.
Mostly it’s for areas that aren’t even in the developing category yet. Once you’re developing you’re talking about 9-5 work with less pay and benefits than in the West. But traditional work doesn’t do office/factory hours. That means periods of lots of work and periods with little work where you live off the previous gains.
Maybe it’s time to finally give it all up and buy that little sailboat ⛵
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven’t slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she’s facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor’s escape
She says, “You just can’t live this way”
And I close my eyes and I never say
I’m still having dreams
I suffer from catastrophic seasickness
I think I’m the second frame, quickly becoming the third
I might still be first, how do I break out, waiting for instructions…
Father time is undefeated; try to have some fun!
There is always time (until there isn’t)
You work your entire life to pay for your headstone.
(Approximate translation of some french punk lyrics that capture the same sentiment)
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Surviving in love, surviving in hate
We still have to die, there can be no escape
Clock in, clock out, forty hours a week
Our lives being spent with no real truth to speak(Sung by the guy who hung himself at age 40 to the sound of Sean Lennon’s “Into The Sun.” Don’t try this at home, kids.)
basking under the Maui sun
I was just listening to this song today.
