Otay,
Nice last words…Uh Huh. I have enjoyed hijack and promotion of Surf Tech and continued reminder that all thats holy in surfing is 80,000 a year. I think my original post rings true to the bone. There surfing and then there is the business of surfing. Not the same thing at all.
In the modified words of Peter Garrett:
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There’ll be food on the table tonight
There’ll be pay in your pocket tonight
My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken
My life that is lived is no more than a token
Who’ll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?
If I yell out at night there’s a reply of blue silence
The screen is no comfort I can’t speak my sentence
They blew the lights at heaven’s gate and I don’t know why
Chorus
But if I work all day on the Surf Tech mine
(There’ll be food on the table tonight)
Still I walk up and down on the Surf Tech mine
(There’ll be pay in your pocket tonight)
The candy store paupers lie to the shareholders
They’re crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
So I’m caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
And if the Surf Tech mining company won’t come to my rescue
If the epoxy refining company won’t save me
Who’s gonna save me?
Chorus
And some have sailed from a distant shore
And the company takes what the company wants
And nothing’s as precious
As a shaping bay in Thailand
Who’s gonna save me?
I pray that sense and reason brings us in
Who’s gonna save me?
We’ve got nothing to fear
In the end the rain comes down
Washes clean the streets of a Surf Tech town