Ode to the Civil Service Video (MV)

Summer in Pretoria, the sun shines bright
Iscor sparks a furnace in the skies
Summer in Pretoria, the sun shines too bright
On the lenses that cover my eyes

Staring at the world through a pair shades
All I can do to protect
To censor and deflect reality
These images too bright for me
These images too bright for me
These images too bright for me

Civil service buildings like filing cabinets
Waiting for decrees, decisions, and verdicts
I'm in my Beatle, waiting for the light
That orders me back to my daily plight

Observing these fumes through a pair of shades
All I can do in this traffic
To censor and deflect reality
These headlights too bright for me
These headlights too bright for me
These headlights too bright for me

I see books and chairs and pens and my boss
Scowling and waiting for a moment to pounce
Waiting for tea time and for tjaila time
All I can do but meanwhile

I look at the world through a camera lense
With a focus on the present tense
I focus in shades of black and white
Because reality is way too bright
Reality is way too bright
Reality is way too bright

Staring at the world through a pair shades
All I can do to protect
To censor and deflect reality
These images too bright for me
These images too bright for me
These images too bright for me