Fitter, happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym
3 days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well
No more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient better driver
A safer car
Baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well
No bad dreams
No paranoia
Careful to all animals
Never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends
Enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank
Hole in wall
Favors for favors
Fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
On sundays, ring road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash
Also on sundays
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so childish
At a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned, but powerless
An empowered and informed member of society
Pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet
Shot of baby strapped in back seat
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic
Like a cat tied to a stick
That's driven into frozen winter shit
The ability to laugh at weakness
Calm, fitter, healthier, and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics
I can't believe anyone would skip this track. It is, simply, one of the most tragic songs ever written. It's cold, suffocating, sad, and entirely meaningful. Anything but garbage.
The lyrics are the reason this track is so great (although the music is a very important part of what makes the track work, with the creepy piano loop and the random sound effects). I bolded my favorite lines, but the meaning of the track isn't hard to figure out:
It's the ideal that fails to work out properly in real life.
It's a computer that fails to even be perfect (which is why I believe it is considered simply "OK" ), telling you how to live your life as easily and safely as possible, but in the process you lose the imperfections that make you human. Eventually, the positive advice begins to turn dark and the computer eats its own tail, because, though the advice may work for something that is closer to perfection, the human mind cannot handle such an effort towards greatness without breaking down. And simple human relationships can't survive it either. I love how the picture of a "baby smiling in backseat" later becomes a "shot of baby
strapped in backseat". Pretty grim.
The destiny of a man obsessed with perfection and success is perfectly summarized with the final line:
A pig. In a cage. On antibiotics.