Say something deeply personal about "Found a Job"

a)Lyrics to piece -

"Damn that television...what a bad picture"
"Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster"
"There's nothing on tonight," he said, "I don't know what's the matter!"
"Nothing's ever on," she said, "so...I don't know why you bother."
We've heard this little scene, we've heard it many times
People fighting over little things and wasting precious time
They might be better off...I think...the way it seems to me
Making up their own shows, which might be better than T.V.
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations
They've enlisted all their family
They've enlisted all their friends
It helped save their relationship
And made it work again...
Their show gets real high ratings, they think they have a hit
There might even be a spinoff, but they're not sure 'bout that
If they ever watch T.V. again, it'd be too soon for them
Bob never yells about the picture now, he's having too much fun
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations
They've enlisted all their family
They've enlisted all their friends
It helped save their relationship
And made it work again...
So think about this little scene, apply it to your life
If your work isn't what you love, then something isn't right
Just look at Bob and Judy, they're happy as can be
Inventing situations, putting them on T.V.
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations
They've enlisted all their family
They've enlisted all their friends
It helped save their relationship
And made it work again...

b) audio dept - Alternates between bars of 4/4 and 6/4 combined with panned clean-toned gtr diads for vaguely Afro-pop sound. Vocal is more rhythmic than melodic (ostentations arpeggiation in "no-thing-ehh-verr-on" phrase delivered parodically, sounding intentionally amateurish in wavering on individual pitches), with syllables almost uniformly accented and vowels stressed more to retain internal logic of the piece than to demonstrate any significance of text itself. (Accents become noticeably harsher and vocal becomes more timbrally abrasive and microtonally higher in pitch towards the end.) I like the "whooshing" bass sound and "ominous" kybd swells during the choruses.

Personal bit - The final week I spent in Vancouver was one of those 'involuntary turning points', ie when you've let everything slide for so long that you don't even get the luxury of an epiphany or any other pleasant variety of deus ex machina, just a court summons or something to flush yr head down the toilet bowl in the frat inititiation of life. In my case, I was unemployed and the house I shared with 5 of the most irresponsible drunks not in hair-metal bands ever was about to be sold, housemates had made it abundantly clear that I didn't feature in their future househunt (which was OK with me, we had, sorry, 'essential' differences - don't mean to sound prejudiced, some of my best friends are etc., but they were EASTERNERS [not just your 3rd gen. 'assimilated' (yeah right - sorry, I'm with Kipling on this one, a bit 'unreconstructed' you might say) type Easterner either, I mean fuckin' MISSISSAUGA), so as usual in times of need for action and decisiveness, I did what I usually did and spent the last of my money (bar beer funds obv) on used vinyl at a) this place on Seymour St b)Zulu c)every yard sale I could encounter on the walk back from the West End to Animal House on 41st near the hospital (where the drunken Ontarians once stole two wheel chairs, brought them back and played 'chicken' with them on the hardwood floor, goodbye deposit). The last vinyl record I bought in Canada was 'More Songs About Buildings and Food' and I bought it because I had 'Fear of Music' on cassette and liked it alot.
Of course between Zulu Records and home were any number of liquor stores but I waited until the one nearest my house before purchasing, as I'd be buying massive amounts (well with all the stress of eviction, no wonder eh?) and didn't want to carry it far. After settling in for Saturday afternoon's drinking, it being about 2PM so I figured I could get all 16 cans in and still make it to the store again before closing, I put on MSAB&F and fuckin' loved it! I liked the way every single note was placed so it would seem like it was barking at you, like if you took a James Brown record and stuck it in a really old cheap Spectrum quantizer. Anyway sometime around can 6 I came up with this solution to my evaporating life. "Be realistic", I brayed aloud being drunk and everything, "you've got no money, no job and are homeless as of next week. You've got to view your options". So I decided to move to California. I didn't know anybody there or even which part of the state I liked best, but I'd been there once and it was nice, and I figured I knew enough about it from TV. When the rest of the drunks rolled in later that afternoon I announced a party to celebrate my decision to move to California, so after collecting every empty in the place and getting the deposits on them (a process that required use of a neighbour's truck) for booze money, we basically got all got really fuckin' hammered. Round about 6AM, same record on the turntable, I'm thinking "how lovely and symbolic, this song of rebirth, this song about 'being' vs 'becoming', the abyss looking into you and saying "Me so horny!", affirming the Self VIA affirming the Self-hood of the Other [I love the devious pronoun fluidity! 'IT helped save THEIR relationship/ made IT work again'], if my life is my work and verse visa then I am at the ONLY singularity that any number of parallel-universe chain of events could have lead to and thus I have achieved perfect fusion of all converging vectors. Goddam it, I am drunk. I fuckin' lovesh you fuckin' guyssssh. I'm movin' to California and I'm gonna be a fuckin' ssshhhhtarrr!'
Well, needless to say, things got a bit strange for the subsequent decade but that's a whole other story. I listened to this song again this morning and had these thoughts -
a) one indicator of greatness of a song is the irresistable, involuntary desire - NEED - to play 'air drums' at any point during its duration.
b) A personal indicator of greatness is - any song whose main 'idea' seems be entirely ex nihilo, like "What the FUCK would make somebody think of writing a song like that?"
c) The one caveat I would have about this song's inspirational message is - doing a creative project with an SO is NEVER a good idea