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"Stop the Presses" -- a song of defiance

Discussion in 'Journalism topics only' started by imjustagirl, Feb 28, 2009.

  1. imjustagirl

    imjustagirl Active Member

    A friend of mine wrote this, and he gave me permission to post it here. I think it speaks pretty clearly a lot of what's inside of so many of the people who post here and work in journalism.


    "Stop The Presses"

    You can stop the presses
    You can lock the doors
    You can turn your back
    ’cause you don't care anymore
    You can take our jobs,
    but you can't take our passion
    It's what we'll always do
    in some form or fashion

    You can rationalize
    that it had to be done
    You can look in our eyes
    and pretend that it stung
    You can say that you're sorry
    in a faux concerned voice
    But your actions speak louder
    and they drown out the noise

    So count up your dollars
    with blood on your hands
    and abandon your conscience
    as profits demand

    In a moment of silence
    don't strike up the band
    Hold off on that obit,
    the last one you planned

    We're down but not out;
    this is not our last stand
    The fight is not over
    Hell, it just began

    In those few final hours
    what went through your mind,
    your many stock options
    of the ones left behind?
    Are we still on your radar?
    Are we more than a blip?
    Does it matter to you
    we went down with the ship?

    When the last box is packed
    and our work here is done
    We can hold our heads high
    and remember the fun
    We won't cry in our beer,
    but we will raise our glasses:
    "Karma's gonna get ya;
    until then, kiss our asses!"

    So count up your dollars
    with blood on your hands
    and abandon your conscience
    as profits demand

    In a moment of silence
    don't strike up the band
    Hold off on that obit,
    the last one you planned

    We're down but not out;
    this is not our last stand
    The fight is not over
    Hell, it just began

    When you sleep deep at night
    and dream of your future,
    we think of our hopes,
    our grip getting looser
    You'll wake up tomorrow
    with few wants and needs
    We'll wake up tomorrow
    just more victims of greed

    There's no accounting
    when you cut and run
    But you'll have to answer
    when it's all said and done
    And how will you respond
    to this important one:
    Just account for your soul
    and you may enter, my son

    You can stop the presses
    You can lock the doors
    You can turn your back
    ’cause you don't care anymore
    You can take our jobs,
    but you can't take our passion
    It's what we'll always do
    in some form or fashion

    So count up your dollars
    with blood on your hands
    and abandon your conscience
    as profits demand

    In a moment of silence
    don't strike up the band
    Hold off on that obit,
    the last one you planned

    We're down but not out;
    this is not our last stand
    The fight is not over
    Hell, it just began
     
  2. Jobless Loser

    Jobless Loser New Member

    Tell your friend to find a date.
     
  3. forever_town

    forever_town Active Member

    I wish I'd written this.
     
  4. Jobless Loser

    Jobless Loser New Member

    Find a hobby to give you a break from posting on here.
     
  5. TheSportsPredictor

    TheSportsPredictor Well-Known Member

    Sounds like you're a giant asshole, so you will fit right in here.
     
  6. DirtyDeeds

    DirtyDeeds Guest

    Well, that went well.
    Thanks for the post, ijag. Good stuff.
     
  7. Jobless Loser

    Jobless Loser New Member

    It's a start, but I have to start dressing badly more often in order to fully fit in.
     
  8. TheSportsPredictor

    TheSportsPredictor Well-Known Member

    If only you could ... if only you could.
     
  9. sportschick

    sportschick Active Member

    Oh look, another stereotype about journalists.

    And another person for the button.
     
  10. Diabeetus

    Diabeetus Active Member

    Jobless in action

    [​IMG]
     
    Last edited by a moderator: Dec 15, 2014
  11. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    Nice piece of writing. My compliments.
     
  12. pseudo

    pseudo Active Member

    You first. Preferably something along the lines of playing in traffic or juggling rusty chainsaws.
    **************

    My compliments to your friend, IJAG. Nice work.
     
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