I went to school and learned all about
How the rich and the greedy will fuck you or buy you out.
Now that I’ve learned, they say it’s my turn
To play in their game and hope that my pride will remain
Most of these days I feel time is moving fast
And most of these days I fear the best of my life might have passed
And all I see is nine to fives to stay alive
Worker bee fly back to your hive
And isn’t it great to have nice things?
Buy all the stuff in the magazines?
Make a lot of money and store it away
But if you worship your savings, it gives you these cravings
For more and more and more.
So save yourself trouble and burn all your money away
I owe my money to my school and the fools at the bank
To taxes for prisons and tanks
And in exchange, I’m told to be gracious
To be calm and not tasteless
Well, call me disgraceful
Or my lifestyle wasteful
I’ll make their edict a question and to their suggestion I’ll answer not me.
Not me
Not me.
Not me
Not me.
Though so many say it and eventually betray it,
I promise you this,
Not me
Not me
Not me.
Not me
Not me.
I’d rather be poor,
Than sell half my life for a fee.
So, not me
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023