Hard Times on the Mill by Will

I spent 2 weeks living in the rooftop loft of a wood shop while I worked for a small sawmill. It was hard, not because of the work, but because of the lonely atmosphere and lack of meaning. I learned a lot though. I learned to make eggs scrambled and hard boiled in the microwave. Also how to cook sausage and noodles in the microwave. Also, I learned to lure flies using the ceiling lights where I could swat them. My room also doubled as the spray room where we applied toxic aerosol clear coat. That was cool. It was supposed to be an internship, but I didn’t receive much mentorship in exchange for my 9 hours of free work per day. The one peice of advice I got from my boss was to “farm out” the work you don’t want to do in your business to interns. I wrote and recorded this song in about 30 minutes on the last night of my stay. I was taking an after-meal trip to toss my compost in the forest. I had just made microwave eggs and had a hand full of shells. A Bob Dylan riff was playing in my head and inspiration struck. I realized that the eggshell reference would only make sense to me. But then again, song lyrics rarely make sense. So I just stuck with it.