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Where have I been. Held up in traffic, I guess.<blockquote><b>Infrastructure</b>
Infrastructure
Makes the world a better place
puts a grin upon my face
walks on concrete, rolls on tarmac
catches flies, makes a statement
Give your props to the cherrypicker
the guy on the lines with the heavy belts
he's holding up traffic to make your world better
he's making a statement about the pace of consumption
Hurry up, dammnit, hurry home buddy
The news is just ending, and sitcoms are starting
He needs to get home, and he needs to be useful,
His wife is Suzanne and his kids are Skeeter and Alice
He's officious and pointed, but bears you no malice
He's bringing you water, he's bringing you cable
He's fixing your furnace and cleaning your ducts
And the long, looping lines are draped like a bunting
yet straight as a laser and humming with data
They're making a statement about freedom and fate
They're talking in lightning and bartering lives
They're holding up traffic to make your world smaller
They're wrapping the planet in sutures of bright aluminum
It's not an indictment, there isn't a crime
Maintain infrastructure, maintain friendly tones
With overhead lighting, the trains run on...
The trains run on...
The trains run on...
The trains run on time.
The trains run on Infrastructure
The trains run on you.</blockquote>
This is what happens when I listen to Cake while stuck behind a trash truck.
Actually, about twice a year something like that pops almost fully formed into my head. We'll see if I can dig anything else out of the cerebral nooks and crannies at some point, and I'll post it here.
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