The New Owner / No. 3
My close personal ally, and who I would consider to be my 8, former Manager No. 3! She was always sort of the odd one out among the other Managers, as she truly was, very normal. However, that was her greatest strength, she never cared much for the rules and decorum of the Coffee Trade, just getting things done. Her playlist features a lot of rock and a bit of folk punk to suit her vibe. Her theme, I would hope is obvious, as her songs put her struggle with herself and her place within the Coffee Trade on full display.
-D.H.
Now I called Ollie Ollie Ollie Ollie-oxen-free
Tryin' to draw god out from his hiding place
Either he can't hear what I'm saying or he just got sick of playing
Show me someone who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no story
Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me
And I could learn your favorite song and play it on my guitar
And I'll probably sing it all wrong, but it might catch your affection and
I don't know your favorite song but it might be by Mars Volta
Cause you said you really liked them when we talked
I'm your mother's son, that f8king holy roller
And I just stand still
Watch the world grow colder
And I can't change, I can't change
While the world waits for his next design
You wait on stiff couches
Hide behind the patterns
Of negative space and lines
Hoping that eventually
Everything will connect
This thing, it came from hell
It seems like it can't be killed
Don't ever give up! not all fights are won by skill
Some are won by luck. don't ever give in!
I've been going through the records
We're not getting any better
Maybe I'm just getting bitter
I don't really care, whatever
I'm so tired of open warfare
When the point of this was to be best of friends
Tell me, when the fire dies down, what the f8ck will you do?
When the man comes around, what the f8ck will you do?
Who's gonna be there to catch you when your plans all fall through?
When you were flyin' your white flag, who never gave up on you?
Someone asked me if I found God.
Yes, I think we've met a couple times.
But, I'm not sure if it was him, 'cause I couldn't look him in the eye.
And all I heard were warnings from my conscious in the guilty night.
That said,
"I'll see you on the day you die."
Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams
Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
And the clock tick-tocked. It was time to leave.
I walked away from everyone and everything,
