White Noise - Bruce Hornsby

Silent room, hundred strong, some hearing distant Muzak

It’s setting the mood

Tedium here, in his cubicle, he’s doing his work

The same thing daily

Papers and forms, staring, concentrating on the ledger

No room for error

Hours on end, takes a dogged man of great endurance

And nobody knows

Nobody will speak a word, at least no speaking out loud

No note-comparing, no jokes told, it’s just not allowed

No one lines up to see the numbing endless toil and grind

It takes so much not to snap, not to lose your mind

Here’s some white noise for you

For your car and or cubicle

Music, meds and white noise

Ease the pressure down in the crucible

This is the world, you and your job in your space with your data

Your files and flow charts

And your 10 minute break, nobody knows, nobody cares

But you know, you know what you are

Today’s frontier man herding, taming an unending paper flood

Guarding the fort from disaster for your people

The brotherhood of tedium in your Spartan chair

A hero for our time in the stale office air

Here’s some white noise for you

For your car and or cubicle

Music and meds and the white noise

Ease the pressure down in the crucible

Will the drugs help?

A little music?

Isometrics

White noise, white noise in your pod, relaxing white noise