This song is real in every sense of the word. The working environment has always been strange and ominous to me. I always had to take part time jobs to support my Musical aspirations. These jobs usually revolved around one mans dream to get rich by employing a bunch of dispossessed dreamers to sell his garbage to someone. The lines were always pretty clearly drawn between the winners and the losers. The winners were always vacationing and the losers were doing all the work to buy the umbrella drinks for the bosses. An environment that by its very nature spawns truck-loads of resentment anger and ruined lives. I was always astounded how little I had in common with my co-workers, and even how little they had in common with each other. It was almost always as if we were all wandering through the desert looking for scraps of food and we happened upon an air-conditioned office with free snacks. The song is positive though. It calls for a joining together of the underdogs . Why don't we start our own company ? but unfortunately it realizes that this probably wouldn't work either , because it would have to be called , "The Company of Strangers," If you'd like to hear the original Symphonic version that appeared on "Another Successful Breakfast" click here . Below you'll find a live acoustic version.
Abe with Rory on guitar filmed by Randy Morgan. One of the most classic Cloud tunes , deep shades of Bowie and Pink Floyd with a haunting Lennon-esqe type theme
Company of Strangers
hi, how are you ?
how was your weekend ?
and what are we going to do. today ?
No. I'm OK. It's just that this office is starting to feel like a cage.
in the distance, it shines like a beakon. offering shelter to the lost and the weakened.
but here. in this room. I've whiled away hours and planted the flowers of doom, in my life.
smiles, like they say, can wipe away saddness, but this little game's here to stay.
FOR AN INSTANT I thought I knew you. That day you broke down and smashed up the cooler.
crystal cool water drencend all the carpet. wild nervous laughter filled out department.
as you screamed out,
" Hey what you say ? Why don't we start our own company, and we'll call it the Company of Strangers."
for twenty-five years I have sat by your side typing letters and memos for people who hide behind doorways with titles in hallways of horrible crime. we never had time for the things that we wanted to do when we saved up enough to be happy. it's true in the end all you have is a moment or two.
but, "Hey what you say ? Why don't we start our own company, and we'll call it the Company of Strangers."