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Chain of Mondays

Chain of Mondays
 

 

A few months after your nineteenth birthday, you’ll pass a different milestone. You will have seen — and survived — a thousand Mondays.

And, if you’re lucky, by most measures, the Mondays will just keep coming at you. Like clockwork. Um… Anyway.

Some folks love Mondays.

They can’t wait to get back to work and see what their friends did over the weekend, catch up on gossip, talk about TV, maybe even get in a couple of licks of work.

For me, Mondays have always been rugged. I could work up a sort of grim, stoic enthusiasm for biz world battle on the way in, behind the wheel in traffic, but that was about the best of it. From there it was all the clash of sword on shield, the cries of the wounded, and the roar of the crowd.

Not even on vacations. Not even when Monday was my day off. I just moped around thinking what a waste it was to have Monday as your day off instead of a cool day like like Friday. Even Thursday. Tuesday. You could walk around singing Tuesday Afternoon and go on long walks or to museums. You can’t even go to museums on Mondays.

Anyhow.

It’s a gorgeous, summery Monday as I write this and I’m in a really good mood because I just wrote today’s song a few hours ago. (Consider the music/melody, especially, as a rough draft.) While I used to write a lot (I have versions of about 125 different songs posted in A Year of Songs so far), in recent years my songwriting had fallen to just a few songs a year.

So writing two songs, no matter how modest, in one week is pretty much grounds for frenzied celebration around here (Lemonade and soda anyone, Wild Cherry Pepsi?).

That said, as my own boss, I’m actually stealing time from myself writing this when I should be working. It is Monday, after all.

So, dude, I gotta go before I get busted. Later.

a thousand mondays
that’s just 19 years
put your head down
put yourself in gear

before you know it
the day is done
fall asleep
and there’s another one

chain of mondays
wrapped round my life
chain of mondays
until the day I die

I’m good at what I do
but what I do is dumb
pushing things around
all day long

what’s it all for
don’t ask me
i’m just a well-worn gear
in the big machine

chain of mondays…

don’t take off my shackles
i don’t want to be free
cause theres nowhere to go
and no one to be

been at the grindstone
for so damn long
there’s nothing much left
except this song:

chain of mondays…

(C)2006, TK Major

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The Company Says

The Company Says

 

I‘ve never been a union member — I don’t really think I’d be a good fit. I have worked (in non-union jobs) in a union environment (though it was a Teamsters shop in the ’70s… not exactly the best showcase for the postive aspects of trade unionism).

I understand the collective bargaining system and — though it is clearly far from perfect and may not be well-suited to modern, progressive companies — I think over the last century and change that it has, on balance, worked fairly well for both US workers and companies, bringing some much needed stability to employment relations at the end of the 19th century and laying the foundation for the 20th century American middle class, which, itself, nurtured the enormous expansion of US manufacturing in the last century.

But at the dawn of the union era, it was a different matter. Around the globe, workers in the industrializing nations of Europe and North America faced unsafe working conditions and violence and intimidation from privately held companies. While stockholders might blanch at the thought of company-hired goons firing what we now call “live rounds” into crowds of workers and splitting heads with metal clubs, individual mine and factory owners all too often didn’t.

It’s a different time, now, of course.

But only a few days ago with the Sago mine disaster/debacle, we had a grim reminder that even modern, publicly held companies can fall down and fall down hard when it comes to treating their workers with common decency and regard for their safety and health.

And the part of our federal government devoted to policing those conditions fell down hard, as well, handing out scores of hazard violation citations — but backing them up with trifling punishment. In one case — at a Sago mine — the company was cited for “significant and substantial” violations and ongoing dangerous conditions that led to the death of miner — and then fined the minimum possible — $60.

Maybe we haven’t evolved beyond the need for unions, after all…

The Company Says

You walk into town
and you look all around
and it doesn’t take long
to see that something is wrong
very wrong

the people stand around
with their eyes on the ground
it doesn’t take long
to see that something is wrong

and the company says
it’s a company town
now, if you don’t like that
don’t ya hang around

and the Company says
it’s a company town
if you don’t like that
sell a penny on the pound
give ‘way

One man stands
says I won’t run
but the goons come around
with their clubs and guns

and they knock him down
and they kick him around
and they drag his body
to the edge of town

and the company says
he’s better off dead
than fightin’ with us

and the company says
it’s a company town
if you don’t like that
we’ll put you in the ground

and the Company says
it’s a company town
now, if you don’t like that
don’t ya hang around

and the Company says
it’s a company town
if you don’t like that
sell a penny on the pound
give ‘way

and the company says
he’s better off dead
than fightin’ with us

and the company says
it’s a company town
if you don’t like that
we’ll put you in the ground

(C)1986, TK Major

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