Workweek Blues (BB King Style) - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse] The fluorescent hum bites through the grey A fluorescent sun that bleeds the day I drag my spirit to the plastic throne Feeding the machine with flesh and bone The paper mountains rise above my head Words typed out that I have never read [Verse] Monday arrives with a heavy iron fist A name on a list that would not be missed The clock on the wall is a stagnant pond The master’s whip is a legal bond Selling the hours for a copper dime Trading the marrow for a wasted prime [Chorus] Oh the elevator groans like a dying soul Trying to reach a phantom goal We are shuffling feet in a concrete cage Ink stains on a blank and hollow page Yes the weekend is a ghost we chase in vain Through the coffee steam and the window pane [Bridge] The water cooler is a desert spring Where tired voices try to sing But the air is stale and the vision blurred The truth is just a muffled word The tie is a noose that pulls so tight In the artificial glow of the midday night [Verse] The spreadsheet grid is a wire fence Making the nonsense seem like sense Five o’clock is a distant star Shining from a heaven much too far The swivel chair spins a web of gloom Inside this bright and sterile room [Pre-Chorus] The commute is a river of silent men Going back to do it all again A rhythmic pulse of a tired heart Watching the world just fall apart [Chorus] Oh the elevator groans like a dying soul Trying to reach a phantom goal We are shuffling feet in a concrete cage Ink stains on a blank and hollow page Yes the weekend is a ghost we chase in vain Through the coffee steam and the window pane [Chorus] Oh the elevator groans like a dying soul Trying to reach a phantom goal We are shuffling feet in a concrete cage Ink stains on a blank and hollow page Yes the weekend is a ghost we chase in vain Through the coffee steam and the window pane

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