Graduation's Here; We Don't Have Jobs!!!!

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The students are in a freak-out because it's graduation day, but they don't have jobs waiting for them. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project.) It's that sad irony that a lot o' graduates face these days, in which graduation's supposed to be this happy day, but, instead, it's more like approaching a cliff and falling into mid-air because there're no jobs to go to. Like, you have no net to catch you - yer just free falling into the abyss of joblessness. In lieu of being all celebrate-y about graduation, the girl and her friend go and get hammered to deal with their bummed-out-ness.

Here's last week's song if you play it backwards:

Weird no jobs

The lyrics are:

I’m feeling dumb, going in circles, slower than turtles

The day has come, dig in the dirt, though no jobs are fertile

Graduation’s here: we don’t have jobs

Fuck we feel dumb; There is no job to come, that is a problem

Luck steals our crumb; we’re here to rob from; there is no job, um

Graduation’s here: we don’t have jobs

We don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs

We’re feeling dumb and we’re in distress

The day has come and our new address

On the street of defeat it is where we meet

Drag our feet through the peat, we have to retreat

Hey there is one idear

We can go out and get some beer

It is now clear, we’ll have no fear

Our minds are blind but we find they can steer

Graduation’s here: we don’t have jobs

We don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs; we don’t have jobs

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle. As graduation approaches, the girl and her friend get more and more nervous about not having jobs afterwards, so they turn to beer to help them cope with their anxiety.