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Chief’s Café
Sitting alone on creaking vinyl
Drinking shots and drafts with lonely pension men

Desolate
Forced back to your hometown by your failure
Your future empty and dim as these old men’s here with you

“Don’t follow me”
Your father would say as he pulled on his work boots
Stay here and read
You go be a businessman
Don’t work with your hands
No one respects that life anymore
Go be better than me

So you did
Followed your friends and the sun to the new west
Learned how to work without sweat just like a modern man

Did OK
You never got rich but you had your own house
A trip every spring and some money you’d set aside for someday


Now it’s all gone
You did what they said to prepare for your future
Got a degree
And put in your share of full days
They didn’t care
Once they found somebody else to work cut price
Half the world away

Now you sit
In the same crappy bar you’d avoided your whole life
Laugh bitter and hard at the jokes you can find in the irony

Don’t listen to me
Is that what you’ll say to your own someday children
Learn to love greed
Or to be a politician
Don’t make anything
There’ll always be someone else making it cheaper
And then you’ll end like me

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from The Little Miracles Of Misanthropy, released June 8, 2009

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The Little Miracles of Misanthropy Tempe

The Little Miracles of Misanthropy is Tempe, AZ singer/songwriter Ben Jacobs. Ben writes and performs thought provoking, indie-folk driven acoustic music that explores nature, history, literature, and the simple struggle to be good humans.

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