Pressman
Primus Lyrics


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By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side
I don't see the sun much these days
A fluorescent tan covers my hide
How much impact shall I have this time?
My goal today is to read the deadline
I write between the lines
I deal with fantasy
I report the facts
Give them to me, please

Ham and egg salad on white bread keeps me company on nights like this
A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick
When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box
Get out of my way
I've got something to say

The pulse is beating louder now
The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each
Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys
My social life is at an end so it seems to be
Why don't I trample on your lawn today?
I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey
I write between the lines
I deal with fantasy
I am the pressman
Acknowledge me

Mother always told me never stray too far from home
The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone,
Because,"
You build with fountain pen
You create the memory stain




You are the pressman
Stand up straight, boy

Overall Meaning

In the song "Pressman" by Primus, the lyrics describe the life of a journalist working in a newsroom, possibly at a newspaper. The first verse paints a picture of the journalist bound to their desk, working long hours with little exposure to sunlight, resulting in an unnatural fluorescent tan. The journalist's goal is to meet the deadline and incorporate their own interpretation of events and ideas expressed to them, often dealing with fantasy, but reporting the facts at the same time. The second verse provides a sense of the journalist's isolation, with only ham and egg salad and methylated cigarettes to keep them company. As they type away, words flow from them effortlessly like coins from a candy box, and as the deadline approaches, their pulse beats louder and their hands cramp up. They reflect on their social life being non-existent and contemplate causing disruptions, perhaps even taking on a larger role as an advocate in their reporting. In the final verse, the lyrics acknowledge the power of the press and the importance of the journalist's work, likening it to building with a fountain pen to create a memory stain. And ultimately, the "little lady" encourages the "pressman" to stand up straight and be proud of what they do.


Line by Line Meaning

By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my side
I am sitting in front of a lamp with a tablet by my side, ready to type.


I don't see the sun much these days
I barely get to go outside and see the sun.


A fluorescent tan covers my hide
I have a pale complexion due to being indoors under fluorescent lights.


How much impact shall I have this time?
I am pondering how much influence my writing will have.


My goal today is to read the deadline
I need to read the deadline information for today to plan my writing accordingly.


I write between the lines
I have a talent for writing between the lines and being subtle.


I deal with fantasy
I have to deal with imagining things that did not actually happen.


I report the facts
I am dedicated to reporting the truth.


Give them to me, please
I am asking for more facts to report.


Ham and egg salad on white bread keeps me company on nights like this
I eat ham and egg salad on white bread to keep me company when writing in solitude.


A pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thick
I smoke mentholated cigarettes to create a thick, heavy atmosphere around me.


When I write, words flow like coins from a candy box
My writing comes naturally and easily, like candy pouring out of a box.


Get out of my way
I am confident in my writing and do not want anyone to discourage me or block my path.


I've got something to say
I have important things to write and share with the world.


The pulse is beating louder now
I feel a sense of urgency and excitement building up inside me.


The cramps in my hands grow more intense with each
My hands are starting to ache from typing for a long time.


Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, on the keys
The sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard echoes in the air.


My social life is at an end so it seems to be
I don't socialize as much as I used to because of my writing schedule and working towards deadlines.


Why don't I trample on your lawn today?
I am daring someone to challenge me or get in my way, even if it means trespassing.


I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of grey
I have the power to change perceptions and bring clarity to confusing situations.


I am the pressman
I have a calling to write and report the news no matter what the consequences may be.


Acknowledge me
I want to be recognized for my hard work and dedication in writing and reporting.


Mother always told me never stray too far from home
My mother has always cautioned me to be careful and not to wander too far away from home.


The little lady said, "Boy, you'll never have to be alone,
My mother reminds me that I will always have someone who cares for me and that I should not worry too much about being alone.


Because,"
She is about to explain why.


You build with fountain pen
I have a special talent for creating something beautiful and lasting with my writing.


You create the memory stain
My writing has the power to create lasting memories and to be recorded in history.


You are the pressman
I am a writer and a reporter, dedicated to sharing information with the public.


Stand up straight, boy
My mother is reminding me to have confidence and to be proud of my work as a writer and reporter.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: LES CLAYPOOL, REID L. III LALONDE, TIMOTHY W. ALEXANDER

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