My chauffeur was taking me down to CGI headquarter from a quarterly board meeting - a true delight that I have been waiting for. Tony opened up the radio as we were stuck in trafic - another Montreal classic deficiency - when I heard something odd in the car speakers.
Down in the street there is violence
And a lots of work to be done
No place to hang out our washing
And I can't blame all on the sun, oh no
This is intriguing, the singer first observes that the social fabric of his neighbourhood is going down the drain and actions need to be taken. Next, he seems to have a laundry issue of some sort, which may related or not to previously mentioned social unrest. Then the singer attempts to find the cause of his bed linen problems on the sun, only to conclude that it is not the only cause.
We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
Oh we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
His hands are full with dirty underwear and then he plans to take it to an avenue that has a utility coverage. Which is smart in a way, because washing machines requires electricity.
What is confusing is that he said that he wants to take it higher. Does he mean a couple of blocks north? Does he plan to walk there with his washing machine strapped on his back? Nonsense.
Workin' so hard like a soldier
Can't afford a thing on TV
Deep in my heart I'm a warrior
Can't get food for them kid, good God
Singer then says he fully bills his client, which is music to my ears. He then proceed to complain - again - this time about some junk he probably saw on a late-night infomercial. Sham wow, anyone? The singer then identify himself with some kind of medieval military staff. Look pal, I'm sure real warriors take care of their appliances before hitting battlefield, the last thing you want on your mind when you slice open your enemy is why the dryer does not beep at the end of the cycle.
If his plate was not full enough with street violence, wet socks and compulsive buying problems, the singer informs us that despite working full time he is not able to feed his children.
Who is to blame in one country
Never can get to the one
Dealin' in multiplication
And they still can't feed everyone, oh no
Confusion and rambling, this is what this song is about. Instead of laying out his personal deficiencies in lyrics, the singer should pay attention to the horizon line, keep his path uncluttered, tune out unnecessary noise (especially noise coming from his washer/dryer) and guard his precious time. Money will then take root and thrive, and his then kids will be so full with Cheerios.
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