It's getting dark, too dark to see
Just when I thought it's hay time, the gloom and doom around is threatening to cloud my vision once again.
A few days ago, we read about New Orleans police turning in their badges. This morning, when I was listening to music on my way to work, it struck me just how perfectly fitting this song below is in portraying the situation there.
And as if that's not enough bad news, we now learn of a plane crash in nearby Medan.
Just when I was about to leave work today, my boss broke the news to us that yet another colleague has tendered his resignation. Ok, that's factually incorrect, since he's only the second one to do so this year. The other four were laid off. But there goes one third of the company. The lunch clique has dwindled to that two or three people.
If I don't turn in my badge any time soon, I might just end up being the sole survivor here. Too bad there ain't no million bucks for that.
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door x 4
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door x 4
-- Bob Dylan, Knockin' on Heaven's Door
A few days ago, we read about New Orleans police turning in their badges. This morning, when I was listening to music on my way to work, it struck me just how perfectly fitting this song below is in portraying the situation there.
And as if that's not enough bad news, we now learn of a plane crash in nearby Medan.
Just when I was about to leave work today, my boss broke the news to us that yet another colleague has tendered his resignation. Ok, that's factually incorrect, since he's only the second one to do so this year. The other four were laid off. But there goes one third of the company. The lunch clique has dwindled to that two or three people.
If I don't turn in my badge any time soon, I might just end up being the sole survivor here. Too bad there ain't no million bucks for that.
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door x 4
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door x 4
-- Bob Dylan, Knockin' on Heaven's Door
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4 Comments:
tats a wonderful idea, esp since u're a pretty and good singer. i'll jus sit by and collect the money :p
anyway, seriously, heard u wanna sell shoes.. keke.. zhun bo? how abt a bra cum running shoes shop? new concept!!
i have no money either.. but need gd idea before finding money mah..
anyway here's not the place to discuss and tell the whole world our ideas!
How about selling bras that look like shoes?
Or shoes that look like bras?
Damn what a great idea!
Can count moi in???
Can be your marketing consultant, esp when it comes to things like shoes and bra.. hehee... ya know...
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