Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning.
"Welcome my son to where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed
The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna)
It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more.
Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning.
"Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna)
It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more.