Songs that have to do with "work, labor..."

[Pea-n-Me]

From DS

The Frozen Heart (Ice Worker's Song)
Lyrics from "Frozen"
Music and lyrics by Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez

Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining

Cut through the heart, cold and clear
Strike for love and strike for fear
See the beauty sharp and sheer
Split the ice apart
And break the frozen heart

Beautiful, powerful, dangerous, cold
Ice has a magic can't be controlled
Stronger than one, stronger than ten
Stronger than a hundred men

Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining

Cut through the heart, cold and clear
Strike for love and strike for fear
There's beauty and there's danger here
Split the ice apart
Beware the frozen heart

 

[Pea-n-Me]

From DD

Little Big Town
"Work"

You gotta work
You gotta work

Push on when the day is gone
We gon' find a way
Match on, sing along
We gon' find a way
You're more than world to me
And you got me believe

You gotta work
Sun up, sun down
Somebody's gotta do it
When aid done, no one's around
Somebody's gotta do it
You can sit around with your hand [?]
Get your boots on, play the ground
You gotta work

I know the road is deep
I know the journey's long
I know it's naturally
So, I've got to carry on
And when I'm in too deep
I need you to help me to be strong
It ain't gonna happen on its own
You gotta work

Even in the night time, the heaven fall
We gon' find a way
Love is on, I can hear you call
We gon' find a way
If you ain't getting what you need
Then you best believe

You gotta work
Sun up, sun down
Somebody's gotta do it
When aid done, no one's around
Somebody's gotta do it
You can sit around with your hand [?]
Get your boots on, play the ground
You gotta work

I know the road is deep
I know the journey's long
I know it's naturally
So, I've got to carry on
And when I'm in too deep
I need you to help me to be strong
It ain't gonna happen on its own
I know the road is deep
I know the journey's long
I know it's naturally
So, I've got to carry on
And when I'm in too deep
I need you to help me to be strong
It ain't gonna happen on its own
You gotta work

 

[robinb]

Solidarity Forever
by Ralph Chaplin in 1915

When the union’s inspiration through the workers’ blood shall run,
There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun;
Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one,
But the union makes us strong.

Chorus:
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
Solidarity forever,
For the union makes us strong.

Is there aught we hold in common with the greedy parasite,
Who would lash us into serfdom and would crush us with his might?
Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight?
For the union makes us strong.

Chorus

It is we who plowed the prairies; built the cities where they trade;
Dug the mines and built the workshops, endless miles of railroad laid;
Now we stand outcast and starving midst the wonders we have made;
But the union makes us strong.

Chorus

All the world that’s owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone.
We have laid the wide foundations; built it skyward stone by stone.
It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own.
While the union makes us strong.

Chorus

They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn,
But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn.
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
That the union makes us strong.

Chorus

In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold,
Greater than the might of armies, magnified a thousand-fold.
We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old
For the union makes us strong.

 

[Pea-n-Me]

 

[Cannot_Wait_4Disney]

Gill Scott Heron 3 miles down.

 

[Disneylover99]

Brandy - Looking Glass

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves 100 ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their lives

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works laying whiskey down
They say Brandy, fetch another round
And she serves them whiskey and wine

They say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
You could steal a sailor
From the sea.

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the
North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of a man that Brandy loved.

He came on a summer's day
Bringing gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home.

Brandy, you've a fine girl,
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my love and my lady is the sea.

Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailing stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its raging glory,

But he had always told the truth
Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand.

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

Brandy, you've a fine girl,
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my love and my lady is the sea.

 

[kellyjeanie]

Offspring - Why Don't You Get A Job

My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that b--
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her a--
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

 

[kellyjeanie]

Get a Haircut - George Thorogood

I was a rebel from the day I left school
Grew my hair long and broke all the rules
I'd sit and listen to my records all day
With big ambitions of where I could play

My parents taught me what life was about
So I grew up the type they warned me about
They said my friends were just an unruly mob
And I should get a haircut and get a real job

Get a haircut and get a real job
Clean your act up and don't be a slob
Get it together like your big brother Bob
Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job

 

[kellyjeanie]

Big Time - Peter Gabriel

I'm on my way, I'm making it
I've got to make it show, yeah
So much larger than life
I'm going to watch it growing

The place where I come from is a small town
They think so small
They use small words
But not me
I'm smarter than that
I worked it out
I've been stretching my mouth
To let those big words come right out

I've had enough, I'm getting out
To the city, the big big city
I'll be a big noise with all the big boys
There's so much stuff I will own
And I will pray to a big god
As I kneel in the big church

Big time
I'm on my way-I'm making it

 

[kellyjeanie]

Living on a Prayer - Bon Jovi

Once upon a time not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day working for her man
She brings home her pay, for love, for love

She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot

Woah, we're half way there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer

 

[kellyjeanie]

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

And the message comin' from my eyes says, "Leave it alone."

Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home."

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more

And the stains comin' from my blood tell me, "Go back home."

 

[kellyjeanie]

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else
I'll tear up this town

Now I gotta cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

 

[kellyjeanie]

Let The Day Begin - The Call

Here's to the babies in a brand new world
Here's to the beauty of the stars
Here's to the travelers on the open road
Here's to the dreamers in the bars

Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here's to the workers in the fields
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words
Here's to the drivers at the wheel

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin

Here's to the winners of the human race
Here's to the losers in the game
Here's to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here's to the wall that bears their names

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Here's to the doctors and their healing work
Here's to the loved ones in their care
Here's to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here's to the lonely everywhere

Here's to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here's to the lions in the cage
Here's to the struggles of the silent war
Here's to the closing of the age.

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin

 

[kellyjeanie]

Synchronicity II - The Police

Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take

Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why

The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch

Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch

Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race

Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake

 

[kellyjeanie]

Well Respected Man - The Kinks

'Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality,
It never fails.

And he's oh, so good,
And he's oh, so fine,
And he's oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
He's a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

 

[Disneylover99]

Raspberry Beret - Prince

"I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely"

 

[parrothead365]

Alan Jackson


"It's Five O' Clock Somewhere"

The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow,
An' so am I.
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime,
But it's July.
I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit.
I'd like to call him somethin',
I think I'll just call it a day.

Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon,
An' half the night.
Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,
Hey, but that's all right.
I ain't had a day off now in over a year.
Our Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
Hit the 'phones for me,
You can tell 'em I just sailed away.

An' pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
An' be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Buffet do?

Funny you should ask that because I'd say:
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.

Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
He don't care.
I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.

What time zone am on? What country am I in?
It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere.
It's always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it.
Yeah, I heard that.
You been there haven't you.
Yessir.
I seen your boat there.
I've been to Margaritaville a few times.
All right, that's good.
Stumbled all the way back.
OK. Just wanna make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons.
Between the buoys, I tell you.
All right. Well, it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere.
I'm ready, crank it up.
Let's get out of here.
I'm gone.

 

[parrothead365]

Jimmy Buffett

I will play for Gumbo

I don’t smoke, I don’t shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin’ on my back.
Don’t eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo



It started at my Grandma’s kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me “son the first one’s free”
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.

Chorus
A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It’s a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you’re gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.

I’m not talkin’ quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that’s a rich man’s dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo

Chorus
Maybe it’s the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it’s that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo

The sauce boss does his cookin’ on the stage,
Stirrin’ and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin’ from his head to his toe,
Playin’ and swayin’ with the gumbo
Prayin’ and buffetin’ with the gumbo
Chorus