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Everything is bleak
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone and
The dummies might be right
You feel like a jerk
My music at work
My music at work
Avoid trends and cliches
Don't try to be up to date
And when the sunlight gets the olive oil
Don't hesitate
The night's so long it hurts
My music at work
In a symbol to near or far
Or the anatomy of a stain
To determine where you are
In a sink full of ganges, I'd remain
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
I call it Olga Waits
The cloud that entertains
The dim possibility of
Showing some restraint
The rain came down berserk
My music at work
My music at work
On a star beyond the chart
Or the dark side of a drop of rain
Determining where you are
In a sink full of ganges, I remain
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
Everything is bleak
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone and
The dummies might be right
Outside, the darkness lurks
My music at work
My music at work
Hey fallen hummingbird
My music at work
From the middle of the earth
My music at work
Bound for bed without dessert
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone and
The dummies might be right
You feel like a jerk
My music at work
My music at work
Avoid trends and cliches
Don't try to be up to date
And when the sunlight gets the olive oil
Don't hesitate
The night's so long it hurts
My music at work
In a symbol to near or far
Or the anatomy of a stain
To determine where you are
In a sink full of ganges, I'd remain
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
I call it Olga Waits
The cloud that entertains
The dim possibility of
Showing some restraint
The rain came down berserk
My music at work
My music at work
On a star beyond the chart
Or the dark side of a drop of rain
Determining where you are
In a sink full of ganges, I remain
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
Everything is bleak
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone and
The dummies might be right
Outside, the darkness lurks
My music at work
My music at work
Hey fallen hummingbird
My music at work
From the middle of the earth
My music at work
Bound for bed without dessert
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
Lyrics submitted by black_cow_of_death
My Music At Work Lyrics as written by Johnny Fay Gordon Downie
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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I haven't interpreted all of this yet. But he seems to be speaking of writing music, and how his songs are useful to others.. as well as the fact that writing songs is his job. The first verse, referring to people who turn to one of his songs to get them through a rough patch. The second verse being about the act of songwriting.. and the "sunlight" hitting the olive oil, seems to be a metaphor for inspiration, and that you have to act on that immediately, no matter what time it is, or what other things you're doing.
The third verse seems to be referring to a cloud trying not to be a cloud, it doesn't work. Songwriting is something he has to do, and answering the call of inspiration, he has no choice. Olga can't wait, and neither can Gord :)
etc etc... i think it all refers to the main them in some way. My favorite verse is the Olga Waits verse.. "The cloud that entertains the dim possibility of showing some restraint." Haha, what a great phrase, and well placed rhythmically in the tune.