Zinger in the Bland
This song is a rant against one of the World’s biggest investment companies for having screwed up a perfectly good bid for a big, beautiful project that I and my engineering colleagues really wanted to do. I was so pissed that their greed and fear of losing a bit of their many billions of wealth made them put all of the risk on people who they had called partners and who could never afford such a loss. The words came quickly and easily. But, they did it and we lost the bid in flaming rocket fashion despite being told we had the best technical solution. I happily retired from Engineering the day I heard we lost. Enough of that nonsense! The title of the song is a play on 'Singer in the Band' because these bland people delivered a zinger to us.
I also call this the work of the Devil for artistic license’s sake. Thus, the burning chair became the Devil’s Throne. In reality, my good friends were short on firewood and were moving soon, so…
Zinger in the Bland
Em C
What am I supposed to do?
Em C
Who am I supposed to be?
Em Am
The earth keeps moving beneath my feet
F G B7
The lights keep flashing, I can’t see.
Where am I supposed to go?
What am I waiting for?
Time goes backwards, then stands still
A million walls, not one door
Who’s the singer in this band?
Who is making all these plans?
Something bad is going on
Something’s rotten in the stands
I try and try and try again
I lift and lift and nothing moves
Who has me anchored down?
Trampled by a thousand hooves
Instrumental
You might want to look around
Look beyond where you’ve been
The scene is not what you’ve been taught
You’re surrounded by obscene
The Devil wants all you have
Just because it should be his
Be very careful what you do
Because you don't know who he is