Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900), writer

- Blue Monday -- Randy Newman (this really sums up the work week)
- Nine to Five -- The Kinks (Ray Davies once again captures most of our lives Monday through Friday)
- Working Poor -- Horse Feathers (I just discovered them this weekend from a Paste Magazine CD sampler, I haven’t figured out the lyrics yet, but the sound is perfect for the title)
- Work Song -- Nellie McKay (Every day's another loss/Need the pay so please the boss/Through the sludge they mingle by the mile/Every worker looks ahead/Ah the kiddies must be fed/So they trudge along in single file –the lyrics say it all)
- Working Class Hero [#] -- John Lennon (Lennon didn’t pull any punches and tells us what we really are)
- Welcome to the Working Week -- Elvis Costello (A punchy tune that is apropos to a Monday)
- Rush Hour Blues --The Kinks (What life would be like for a celebrity to if they had to work nine to five)
- Just Us Kids -- James McMurtry (Reminded me of conversations when I was a teenager)
- It’s Just Work for Me -- Ry Cooder (Captures the hopelessness of making a buck doing things you really don’t want to do)
- We Can't Make It Here -- James McMurtry (What outsourcing has done for all of us)
- I Can't Wait to Get off Work -- Tom Waits (A working palooka who is looking forward to punching out)
- When Work Is Over -- The Kinks (Drinking helps us to forget/a double scotch helps us to forget who we are)
- Tired -- Willie Nelson (What we have to look forward to)
- Salt Of The Earth -- The Rolling Stones (Raise a glass and feel proud you are enriching backstabbers, political pigs who are all nicely dressed and who disguise their contempt for you)
- God's Away on Business -- Tom Waits (The only explanation why the world is the way it is)
- Hard Work -- John Handy (A classic jazz song)
- Mr. Pinstripe Suit -- Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (I like the title)
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Billy Bragg, "To Have And To Have Not":
The factories are closing and the army's full,
I don't know what I'm going to do.
But I've come to see in the Land of the Free,
There's only a future for the Chosen Few.
Just because you're better than me,
Doesn't mean I'm lazy;
Just because you're going forwards,
Doesn't mean I'm going backwards.
B2, thank you. I know have added that song to my Working Stiffs play list.
I know this is entirely off subject, but I've been reading your blog for a year and just now figured out that the name of your blog is an anagram for your signature name. I hope that you can remember me fondly after deleting me from your reader and block me from commenting here due to your overriding horror at my stupidity.
I meant "blocking"
Fee, you are too hard on yourself, I am not sure anyone figured it out without us telling them.
How about Frankly Mr Shankly by The Smiths:
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
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