Bloomington Cutters - The Problem that has No Name

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{Verse}
Preoccupation with occupation
And scratching the itch, and playing with my dick
Am I just wasting time?
Commit or just fucking quit

{Verse}
This shit is bullshit, that shit is horseshit
Fuck being prudent, I Want to Write music
Stupid fixation keeps me from pursuit of success

{Chorus}
I'm part of the whole
A barnacle on the cock of a whale
I’m so fucking old
So fucking dull so fucking goddamn stale

{Verse}
Noodles are calling, effort is falling
Slightly obsessed, the latest recess is sucking me in
I said “fuck it” and went back to my desk

{Verse}
Stand straight and suck up, and don't be a fuck-up
Swallow your pride and provide while the sun's up
Delusions of grandeur are clouding your head, it’s enough

{Chorus}
I'm part of the whole
A barnacle on the cock of a whale
I'm so fucking old
So fucking dull, so fucking goddamn stalе

Release Date: January 31, 2018

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The song "The Problem that has No Name" by Bloomington Cutters delves into the internal struggle of feeling stuck in a monotonous routine and questioning one's purpose. The lyrics touch on themes of preoccupation with occupation, self-doubt, and the desire for creative fulfillment. The chorus reflects a sense of feeling trapped and stagnant, like a barnacle clinging to a whale. The song captures the frustration and disillusionment of feeling like just another cog in the machine, longing for something more fulfilling. Ultimately, it speaks to the universal struggle of finding meaning and purpose in a world that can often feel stifling and unfulfilling.