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h:hammer on
/:slide up
\:slide down
Verse
G:-0----------------------------
D:-5-5/6h\5h--------------------
A:-(let the 2 G's ring till the-
E:-last note, then stop it)-----
Chorus
G:-------------10\12---
D:-------------------9-
A:-10-10-11-10---------
E:---------------------
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Ransom Professional |
#1 by Ransom Marx at Oct 21, 2006 at 12:23 AM EST |
| Like many, many Primus songs, this one tells a story. This is a "pressman", or reporter who is going nowhere-- he has implanted himself into whatever story he's writing and becomes isolated. In the song it's basically the pressman's heart pouring out to meet expectations. The version of this on SUCK ON THIS is way more kickass than the PORK SODA version. | |
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John Professional |
#2 by John Payne at Dec 18, 2006 at 4:47 PM EST |
| I guess it's also about total devotion to a job that detracts from every other aspect of their life, stopping the person/pressman from really enjoying it. | |
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Cody Rhythm Player |
#3 by Cody Mosca at Sep 12, 2007 at 8:51 AM EST |
| Basically they have put work before their friends, stays inside all the time "My social life is at an end" i think his mother is encouraging him to do this? the last verse | |