The Enemy - Away From Here
I'm so sick sick sick and tired Of working just to be retired I don't want to get that far I don't want your company car Promotions ain't my thing Name badges are not interesting Its much easier for...
I'm so sick sick sick and tired
Of working just to be retired
I don't want to get that far
I don't want your company car
Promotions ain't my thing
Name badges are not interesting
Its much easier for me see
To stay at home with Richard and Judy
It would appear that a chap from attractive young band The Enemy is feeling a bit unwell today, which is somewhat unfortunate – more because of the fact that he has subsequently decided to have a bit of a whinge and compare himself to Paul Weller than anything else. But yes he’s feeling a bit sick and a bit tired (sounds like that classic worse-than-childbirth illness known as manflu to me). He doesn’t want to work until he retires (which considering whatsitface who wrote this was only 18 when they got big means that he must have had a really, really bad part time job at worst – oh no. yes he is definitely a valid spokesman for society, definitely, yeah, entirely valid), he doesn’t want to succeed in his career and he most certainly doesn’t want to contribute to the worlds growing environmental problems by partaking in the age old tradition of accepting the company’s offer of a company car. If a big company were daft enough to employ such a moany lout (oh sorry) anyway – he’s a working class hero so surely he would never really be involved in the sort of employment that involved providing transport? He then declares that life would be somewhat easier if he stayed home with his good friends Richard and Judy – a duo who tend to be on at the end of the day after most people have finished work. Intelligent man, clearly.
A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here
A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here
A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here
A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here
This young man would quite clearly like to embark on a journey away from his present locale, and he displays some adorable stuttering in attempting to achieve the pronunciation of this sentence. It’s to try and get people with mental disabilities on his side as well as those who work the 9-5 grind, basically.
I'm fed up of early mornings Wake up calls are getting boring round here Feet dragging on the pavement The same people with the same arrangements Irony can be quite funny Making other people money My working day has just begun It's not exactly what i'd would call fun I want to wake up in the afternoon With daytime tv and my favourite tune
This young man isn’t overly delighted with being woken up early in the morning – and who is, really? If only everyone else had to go through it too…oh no, actually, you know what, most people – successes, failures, and all those in-between, normally have to either wake up really early in the morning or finish really early in the morning (and not in a rock and roll way either).
Wake up calls (where the fuck does he work from, a mid-range hotel?) and lots of other things are getting a bit boring, which is understandable but really only boring people themselves get bored – perhaps he should go and do something wild, like buy multicoloured fluorescent shoes or yeah. He then accepts the humorous values of irony (funny that, I always thought irony was something overly serious – as serious as this song analysis, for instance) and talks about how he spends his life making other people money, although it should be pointed out that this will always be the case with a free economy system – perhaps if he moves to somewhere with no concept of money he will find life somewhat freeer. And, ya know, joyfully deprive us of the “music” of our enemy.
Ultimately, this young man just wants to sit and watch Trisha and enjoy the theme tune, which to be fair to our Trish is absolutely outstandingly ace.
Saturday is your only highlight When you go out and live the high life Meeting up with other people Get interaction with the weekend people At least when all is said and done You wouldn't been the only one to be a slave to the modern wage Your crappy weekend is your only escape
The only good point of the week is Saturday, where you go and live like true rock and roll stars, trashing up hotel rooms and throwing things out of windows and crazy, crazy things like that. You get interaction with people who apparently only exist at the weekend (stealing a concept from Hard Fi here and their tribute to people who live only at the weekend and not at any other point in the week). Essentially, this apparently crap (well that’s not what he was saying a few minutes ago) weekend is the only sense of freedom that one can enjoy from a bit of a lame existence.
Bleak.
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