When I'm Not Home

I hate work. Not any particular work, just having to be somewhere I wouldn't otherwise choose to be, doing things I would never choose to do independently. But, like Aldous Huxley argues so eloquently through the Rampion character in Point-Counterpoint, you gotta put in your bullshit 8 hours a day to do your part to keep this whole ball of wax operating. But, then, you have to find the real part of yourself, and the energy, to do what matters to you, or what you enjoy, in the other 8 hours you have awake. These lyrics flit around this topic, but really fixate mostly on how having to do bullshit just to survive is a real drag, dude.
I wrote these lyrics while working at Dun and Bradstreet, an incredibly corrupt and morally-compromised company, (but that's not saying anything special, the profit-motive is morally equivalent to murder, so really all businesses are fucked monstrosities philosophically, because they are based on one primordial approach, take from others so that you have, no matter how the other fares). This was around 2004-2005. Pretty quickly afterwards, the music came. I really like that there's a true intro to announce the tune, some discordant riffage, and dramatic singing. This is my kinda music.
All music, words, and performances by Edward Young