Monday, Monday....

With apologies to Bowie....


Pushing thru the market
square
so many reps sighing
News had just come over,
AZ has 3-6 months left to cry in

Pascal wept and told us
AZ was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
then I knew he was not lying

I heard a brand new pipeline, cancer cures, favourite melodies
I saw reps, bosses and Medimmune cronies
My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny reps, and all the tall-short reps
And all the nobody reps, and all the somebody reps
I never thought we needed so many reps

A rep my age went off her head
hit some tiny doctors
If Pascal hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them

A medimmune boss with a useless drug, fixed his stare at the conference delegates
A rep knelt and kissed the feet of a boss
and we all threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an expenses paid lunch
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this sale

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an shareholder
And I thought of Ian and and I wanted to get back there
His face, his race, the way that he talked
I kiss him, he's beautiful, but I want him to walk

We've got 3-6 months, stuck on my eyes
We've got 3-6 months, what a surprise
We've got 3-6 months, my brain hurts a lot
We've got 3-6 months, that's all we've got

"You gotta know when to hold them and know when to fold them."
 




I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Now don't hang on
Nothin' last forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)
 




















And for all you freedom idiots...

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away slipped away
 




And for all you freedom idiots...

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitted residue slipped away slipped away
They cut down all the trees and put up a parking lot. Then they put the trees in a tree museum and charged people 25 cents just to see them.
 




Let me introduce myself. I'm a company with wealth and means. Ahh Mr. Soriot you won this round. Well played. Now live with the stockholder backlash. I will be back. I will be back. I'm sure you will talk then. Mark my words I will be back.
 








There is only one real boss.....


In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line
h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
 




with apologies to the Verve

All this talk of getting taken over
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down your next bid
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your bid again