Song: Technician's Song



(Yawn)

I'm a technician,
just a technician,
you know I move the message on.

I change the paper,
I check the connections,
They pay me for my time.

I don't write this stuff,
I don't read this stuff,
I come somewhere in between.

Somebody sends it,
Someone else gets it.
No-one thinks of how it's done.

But there's a technician,
a lowly technician,
that makes the whole thing run.

Words,
Numbers,
Letters of love and acts of war.

Music,
Pictures,
What gives the formless form.

The customer's flaky.
The owner is cagey
the manager's shaky
and the equipment
is alway, always, always breaking.

And I must be crazy
to be working and slaving
for the wages they pay me.
    I got to be a typist
    and a psychiatrist
    and an artist
    and a social worker
    and a translator
    and a janitor
    and a mechanic
    and a proofreader
    and I got to be patient
    as a fucking saint
    with the last minute changes
    the customer's making.
    The one thing I DON'T get to be,
    I don't get to be lazy.
There's just one thing I can say...

    It's garbage in and garbage out
    I don't care I just crank it out

I'm a technician!






~1980