Two More Weeks

gothic gangster rock, barbershop, industrial

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V6-MINI

[Verse 1 | half-spoken, sparse, organ drone, synth-bass, slow heartbeat kick]
Since the first king bought the first priest, the sermon's never changed
Blessed are the meek, so the meek stay put in their pews and their lane
Your reward's in the next life, and the rent is due in this
So pass the plate down the row, and keep your place on the list
They promised a twenty-hour week, and we're still waiting on the day
The tide came in and lifted the yachts, and the rest of us got spray
Forty years of smiling, and you're still in line

[Pre-Chorus | PA voice over warped organ, rising, rolling toms]
Please remain seated.
Your wait time is two more weeks.
Please remain seated.
The next hero will be with you shortly.

[Chorus | full band, distorted power chords, organ swell, huge sneering gang vocal shouts]
(Two more weeks!)
Your hero's on the way
(Two more weeks!)
He was on the way yesterday
Sit down, sit down, wait your turn
While we build the robots, and the robots learn
(Two more weeks!)

[Verse 2 | stripped back, heavy bass groove, sarcastic delivery]
Two more weeks was a minute, then a year, then a life
They don't need you to believe it, they need you to sit tight
A strike only works if the work needs your hands
So they're building the hands that never make demands
The cure is two years out, the raise is next spring
A promise costs nothing, and it's the only thing they bring
Who profits from your patience? Ask who's building while you wait
The chairs are bolted to the floor, the clock is always late

[Pre-Chorus | building, rapid kick, feedback guitar]
Please remain seated.
Your wait time is two more weeks.
Please remain seated.
The next hero will be with you shortly.

[Bridge | plain, near-spoken, one organ line, then slow foot stomps enter under the voice]
Plain truth. Nobody got the weekend by waiting.
Nobody got the eight-hour day by winding up a radio.
The vote, the wage, the end of the whip, none of it was an honest dole.
Every one was a day somebody stood up
And a night somebody bled for it.
There are no heroes coming. There never were.
Just people who stopped waiting
And started counting who was in the room.

[Verse 3 | half-time, brooding bass, stomps building, mechanical pressure, raw vocal]
Today the machine still runs on somebody's yes
The driver, the clerk, the guard at the press
Today a refusal still stops the whole line
Tomorrow it runs on its own and it doesn't need mine
The ones who stand up now pay the price of the first
The ones who wait pay it later, and worse
The window's closing slow, and nobody feels it go
The last day they need us is the last day we can say no

[Final Chorus | explosive, full heavy band, wide organ swell, massive doubled gang vocals, thousands of stomping feet in time]
(Not one more week!)
Stand up, it's today
(Not one more week!)
Nobody's on the way
Stand up, stand up, it's our turn
Before the robots finish, before the robots learn
(Not one more week!)

[Outro | hold music warps and cracks, the PA voice stutters, one chair scrapes back, then hundreds at once, boots, one slow drumbeat]
Please remain seated.
Please remain...
Item four is not on the agenda.
[End | a thousand chairs scrape back at once, silence, one drumbeat continues]

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[Intro | warped hold music played on a church organ, slow lullaby melody, a calm recorded voice over it, cold room] Your call is important to us. Please remain seated. The next hero will be with you shortly. [Verse 1 | half-spoken, sparse, organ drone, synth-bass, slow heartbeat kick] Since the first king bought the first priest, the sermon's never changed Blessed are the meek, so the meek stay put in their pews and their lane Your reward's in the next life, and the rent is due in this So pass the plate down the row, and keep your place on the list They promised a twenty-hour week, and we're still waiting on the day The tide came in and lifted the yachts, and the rest of us got spray Forty years of smiling, and you're still in line [Pre-Chorus | PA voice over warped organ, rising, rolling toms] Please remain seated. Your wait time is two more weeks. Please remain seated. The next hero will be with you shortly. [Chorus | full band, distorted power chords, organ swell, huge sneering gang vocal shouts] (Two more weeks!) Your hero's on the way (Two more weeks!) He was on the way yesterday Sit down, sit down, wait your turn While we build the robots, and the robots learn (Two more weeks!) [Verse 2 | stripped back, heavy bass groove, sarcastic delivery] Two more weeks was a minute, then a year, then a life They don't need you to believe it, they need you to sit tight A strike only works if the work needs your hands So they're building the hands that never make demands The cure is two years out, the raise is next spring A promise costs nothing, and it's the only thing they bring Who profits from your patience? Ask who's building while you wait The chairs are bolted to the floor, the clock is always late [Pre-Chorus | building, rapid kick, feedback guitar] Please remain seated. Your wait time is two more weeks. Please remain seated. The next hero will be with you shortly. [Chorus | full band, distorted power chords, organ swell, huge sneering gang vocal shouts] (Two more weeks!) Your hero's on the way (Two more weeks!) He was on the way yesterday Sit down, sit down, wait your turn While we build the robots, and the robots learn (Two more weeks!) [Bridge | plain, near-spoken, one organ line, then slow foot stomps enter under the voice] Plain truth. Nobody got the weekend by waiting. Nobody got the eight-hour day by winding up a radio. The vote, the wage, the end of the whip, none of it was an honest dole. Every one was a day somebody stood up And a night somebody bled for it. There are no heroes coming. There never were. Just people who stopped waiting And started counting who was in the room. [Verse 3 | half-time, brooding bass, stomps building, mechanical pressure, raw vocal] Today the machine still runs on somebody's yes The driver, the clerk, the guard at the press Today a refusal still stops the whole line Tomorrow it runs on its own and it doesn't need mine The ones who stand up now pay the price of the first The ones who wait pay it later, and worse The window's closing slow, and nobody feels it go The last day they need us is the last day we can say no [Final Chorus | explosive, full heavy band, wide organ swell, massive doubled gang vocals, thousands of stomping feet in time] (Not one more week!) Stand up, it's today (Not one more week!) Nobody's on the way Stand up, stand up, it's our turn Before the robots finish, before the robots learn (Not one more week!) [Outro | hold music warps and cracks, the PA voice stutters, one chair scrapes back, then hundreds at once, boots, one slow drumbeat] Please remain seated. Please remain... Item four is not on the agenda. [End | a thousand chairs scrape back at once, silence, one drumbeat continues]

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