The white Collar Holler

Stan Rogers

Transposer:

(A Cappella:) Well_ I rise up in the morning at a quarter to eight_ Some woman_ who's my wife_ tells me not to be late_ I kiss the kids good-bye_ I can't re-member their names_ And week after week_ well it's always the same_ And it's ho boys___ can't you code it_ ugh_ and program it right Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line_______ Then it's code in the data_ give the keyboard a punch_ Then cross-corre-late and a break for some lunch_ Correlate_ tabulate_ process and screen_ Program_ printout_ re-gress to the mean_ And it's ho boys___ can't you code it_ ugh_ and program it right Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line_______ Then it's home again_ eat again_ watch some TV_ Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three_ I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night_ I'm flyin' over the hills_ just like an eagle in flight_ And it's ho boys___ can't you code it_ ugh_ and program it right Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line_______ Some-day I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things_ I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring_ Burn up my necktie and set myself free_ 'Cause no-one's gonna fold_ bend_ or mutilate me_ And it's ho boys___ can't you code it_ ugh_ and program it right Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line_______ And it's ho boys___ can't you code it_ ugh_ and program it right Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line_______

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La chanson évoque la routine monotone d’un homme qui se lève le matin pour rejoindre son travail. Chaque jour semble identique : il se prépare, embrasse sa famille sans même se souvenir des noms de ses enfants et se plonge dans un monde de tâches administratives et de programmation. Entre les pauses déjeuner et les heures passées devant son écran, il se sent prisonnier d'une existence sans surprise. Le protagoniste rêve d'évasion, imaginant une vie où il pourrait se libérer des contraintes de son quotidien, brûler sa cravate symbolisant sa soumission. Son désir de liberté et d'une vie plus épanouissante est palpable, mais il est coincé dans ce cycle d'ennui qui lui pèse de plus en plus. La chanson capture ainsi les frustrations de ceux qui vivent une existence sans grande ambition, cherchant désespérément un moyen de retrouver du sens et de la passion dans leur vie.

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