I'm taking care of business, woman, can't you see?
Got to make it for you, got to make it for me
Sometimes it might seem that I've neglected you
But I would love to spend more time
I've got so many things to do
Oh I, Got work to do, I've got work, baby
Got work to do, I've got to give it
Got work to do, I've got work to do
Got work to do, got so much work, yeah yeah
I've been trying to make it, woman, can't you see?
Takes a lot of money to make it, let's talk truthfully
Keep your love light burning, and a little food hot in a plate
You might as well get use to me coming home a little late
'Cause I got work to do, I got work, baby
Got work to do, I've got to give
Got work to do, I got to work
Got work to do, got so much work, yeah yeah
Work, work, yeah, work, work
Work, work, yeah, work, work
I'm taking care of business, woman, can't you see?
I got to make it for you, got to make it for me
But sometimes it might seem that I've neglected you
But I'd love to spend more time, I got so many things to do
'Cause I got work to do, I got work, baby
Got work to do, I've got to give
Got work to do, I got to work
Got work to do, got so much work, yeah yeah
(I like the alternate version on the Rykodisc re-release of Hunky Dory better than the original from The Man Who Sold The World)
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their endless tragic lives
Could heave no sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life
Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod criiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeees
Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mold.
Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod criiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeees
Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod diiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeees
The now-thirtysomething boy band was bombarded by rain-soaked women dressed like teens (many with their actual teenage daughters) as the group announced a new album (due this summer) and a fall tour. "It was music that brought us back [together]," said Donnie Wahlberg, who for the last decade has followed his brother Mark into acting. "We really weren't going to announce this yet, but a story leaked ... and we said we better come out and let [the fans] know that it's official."
You can go to www.nkotb.com for all the latest tour info!
For the others, i could mebbe see why they might want to try this. But for Donnie Wahlberg who's had a pretty successful acting career, WHY? He cereally wants to get on stage and dance around singing boy band songs again? He wants to go back to this?
Crossin' the land
On vacation
Saw lots of families
So much like ours
All they got left
Piled in their cars
Can't get those desperate faces
off our minds
Mm-hm hm-hm hmmmm
But now we're stuck
On that same road
Company shipped our jobs
To Mexico
Soup is good food
You made a good meal
But do't blame us
Blame the Japanese
Hee-hee hee-hee hee-hee
Seasons of rust
Age of decline
Make cars that fall apart
People get wise
More sour greaps that never
Turn into wine
Just burgers of wrath
Reached the Northwest
There's nothin' left
Forest strip-mined away
The fish are dead
Executives
Twist things around
Got people they wiped out
All blaming owls
Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo
The ranger says she hates to
As she kicks us out
Our 30 days are up
At this campground
Tourists yell, "Get a job!"
There's none around
Just burgers of wrath
Par for the curse
We're on the streets
Whole family beggin' change
In Fog City
New job don't mean
Roof o'er our heads
Can't save enough
For first and last month's rent
Heh-heh heh-heh heh-heh
Try not to snap
Don't hit the kids
It's bad enough
Growin' up like this
A stronger space
Guard shines a light
We huddle in our locker
Quiet as mice
Just like mice
We've even got
Tuberculosis on the rise
Thousand more banks fail
Yet the crisis is denied
President says, "Sacrifice..."
There's no new deal this time
So you know how all these internet lyrics sites copy each other? Well, for this song, they've all got that first line, which i think is wrong, with an asterisk next to it. But wherever the asterisk went to has been lost in all the copying. The line sounds more like "Bresdad/Steak Cog/Analyst" but neither line makes much sense to me. Anyway, i added all the -uhs in the appropriate places, just for you-uh.
Guest Informant by the Fall
Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst
You'll never guess who informed-uh
It was Craig and Steve
The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha...
I followed the colonel to the cheap hotel-uh,
I tapped the beds-uh
I wired the phones as well,
Colonel Boggs Maroley was his mantle
Had not counted on
I had not counted on
I've been split on, I've been touted on,
Had not counted on, I had not counted on
Guest Informant-uh
Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst
In the burning scorch-uh of another Sunday over
The miserable Scottish hotel-uh,
Resembled-uh a Genesis-uh or Marillion-uh, 1973 LP cover
All the hotel staff had been dismissed-uh,
It was me-uh, the Hoover, and the O. A. P.s
Asked-uh: Could he turn killer?
Thought-uh: could I kill him?
Pondered-uh: Or is he itinerant-uh?
But I guess he's just a cog analyst
