Name: Sharpening Knives (version)
Duration: P00H03M37S
Description: This song is just an extended metaphor about the need to get up and work every fucking day of your life.

Sharpening Knives (version)

from The Better Of by Bob Gaulke

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This song is just an extended metaphor about the need to get up and work every fucking day of your life.

lyrics

Sharpening Knives

The job paid eight dollars an hour
In a dark room filled with shiny things
They cut the lights, saving power
Me and a hundred men that didn’t speak

A blade over flint on a conveyor
Two in a minute pointed and clean
Polishing metal to a sharp edge
For cutting and slicing meat

Sharpening knives sharpening knives
That’s what I did with my life
Sharpening knives sharpening knives
That’s how I survived

There's a rhythm louder and faster
There's a rhythm that cuts your head
The sound of two hundred hands desperate
Heat and sparks like creation itself

Drunk on the sound, the pounding of metal
Intoxicating slavery
Like a love that stays on too long
Something cut out the heart of me

I woke one morning unable to move
I woke one morning unable to speak
Sounds had filled me with fear
Standing up made me weak

I haven’t worked since then
I rely on my wits and the generosity of women
Sometimes I wonder what I've done with myself
Other times I’m glad I survived