Paul  Etheredge's Album

Ennio Morricone [original instrumental]

AWOL and raystanz capture the struggle of maintaining a healthy work-life balance in the modern world; a reflection of the overwhelming reality of many of us who work long hours and sacrifice their personal time with family and friends for their career.

Featuring raystanz (@user-193416074 - https://linktr.ee/raystanz)
Mixed by (@pairadyce - https://open.spotify.com/artist/7w7R1cRSjv60v3z1XFk1yc)

No Days Off

No Days Off (featuring raystanz)

Convict labour made many artisan breads; especially on Norfolk Island in the middle of the Tasman Sea.

Crank Mill Song

Warehousing,  Kie-Alone Island musical for future reference.

Corny Stack  (1)

WORK! (Not for You)
by MAROL

Work, work, work!
Work, work, work!
Tell me what it’s worth?
Tell me what it’s worth?
If I don’t believe—
If I don’t believe—
Then where do I go?
Where do I go?

I took one day off…
Then I took two
But my rent just doubled
Ain’t that the truth
Can I grow my food?
No, no, no!
Can I drink that stream?
You’ll owe a fee!

Work for the chain—
Work for the game—
Work for the house I still don’t own
Work for the loans—
Work for the bone—
While billionaires build a gold-plated throne

Work for what?
For a car that breaks!
Work for who?
For the ones who take!
No gold for me—
Just plastic cards
And a couch I bought
At 27% charge

Can I get a hallelujah—
For lifetime debt!
Put your hands together—
For what you ain’t paid yet!
Sold our lives
To buy new phones
Buried dreams
Under payday loans

You got tricked, my friend
Into chasing toys
And now you work all day
To keep the noise

WORK! WORK! WORK!
While they toast champagne
WORK! WORK! WORK!
In a private plane
WORK! WORK! WORK!
For a suit and tie
WORK! WORK! WORK!
Till the day you die

I’m so blessed—
To owe this much!
It’s a privilege—
To die in a crunch!
Thank you, boss
May I lick your shoe?
What would I do—
Without servitude?

I wanna work for me…
But they won’t let me be…
No, they won’t let me be…

WORK! (Not for You)

[Verse 1]
Woke to a ping on the edge of the chart,
Just a flicker, but I know it all by heart,
No heat, no life, no light to claim,
But the hull wore burns and a whispered name.

[Chorus]
We don’t speak of the ones we find,
Just log the tag and tow the line,
Leave a mark in the black so deep,
For the crews who fell and the names we keep.

[Verse 2]
Her logs were loops, just cries and prayers,
A nursery tune in recycled air,
Cradle torn, and cabin frost
No signs of life, just what they lost.

[Chorus]
We don’t speak of the ones we find,
Just log the tag and tow the line,
Leave a mark in the black so deep,
For the crews who fell and the names we keep.

[Bridge]
One boot floating by a rusted latch,
One ring sealed in a dermal patch,
Can’t bring ‘em home, can’t let ‘em go,
So we carve their names in the floodlight glow.

[Verse 3]
Stars don’t blink when a soul goes dark,
And the Void don’t sing, but it hums its part,
We work in silence, torchlights low,
For the ones we find but never know.

[Final Chorus]
We don’t speak of the ones we find,
Just log the tag and tow the line,
Leave a mark in the black so deep,
For the crews who fell and the names we keep.

For the crews who fell and the names we keep.

Names in the Drift

Hollow Mill Morning

Porchlight Evening Song

Ticket Station Night

Rustic Night Ride

Train Whistle Dawn

I work at LinkedIn and like to make raps about engineering, leadership, and related topics.

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