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