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I"m bored today, and everything"s there to be ignored today, scattered everywhere out on the floor today, and I don"t care about you. I lost my job today, which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day and now I can't afford to even be bored anymore. It"s kind of good to feel bad again, mad again, sad again. I"ll be doing that again. I don"t have to tell you I do it really well. You said goodbye today, and I"m just here still asking why today, and not another year, I"m gonna cry today, but I don"t care about you . Maybe it wasn"t bad to do, and you did what you had to do. Maybe I"ll believe it too, if I keep saying I don"t care about you, today I don"t know what I"m gonna do today and there"s a lot to get through today, but I don"t care about you, today.

Translation

I'm bored today and everyone's out there to be ignored today, scattered everywhere on the floor today and I don't care about you. I lost my job today, which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day, and now I can't even afford to be bored anymore. It's kind of good to feel bad again, crazy again, sad again. I will do this again. I don't have to tell you, I do it very well. You said goodbye today, and I'm just here still asking why today, and not another year, I will cry today, but I don't care about you. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing to do and you did what you were supposed to do. Maybe I'll believe it too if I keep saying I don't care about you today I don't know what I'm going to do today and there's a lot to go through today but I don't care about you today.

An elevator is available. His movement is interrupted on several floors. He goes downstairs, the doors open and we hurry through the lobby together. An elderly Mexican man rubs the mahogany paneling with a piece of flannel until it begins to shine so that he is reflected in it. At the end of the lobby, opposite the doors, sits a doorman.
"Hi Michael!" - I greet him.
“Hi, Mister van Laak, how are you today?” (“Hello, Mr. van Laak, how are you?”) He raises his hand and bows to me.
"I am fine, Michael." ("It's okay, Michael.")
“Good, that"s very good,” he answers me and laughs.
I never ask how he is doing.
“You have a nice day!” (“Have a nice day!”) he shouts after me when I’m already standing in front of the door.
“You too,” I say and look back.
I don't exchange even one word with the other doormen. I just greet them with a fairly polite, but at the same time restrained nod of my head. With Michael it's different. He has such an infectious laugh. Sometimes I stop next to him and we exchange a couple of nothing meaningful phrases. I don't even know if he's married. Michael mistakes me for a Dutchman.
I step outside and walk past flower beds arranged around the skyscraper as if they were designed to distance the concrete sidewalks from the walls of the building. Gardeners are busy watering flowers, preparing them for the heat of the day ahead. And although they are in a hurry, the work is progressing slowly. Taxis stand with their engines running, people get in, taxis drive away, and new ones take their place. I walk to my office. It's a few blocks from the skyscraper where I live. At the first corner I stop and look at the line of newspaper machines, reading the headlines. “White Sox win the world tour” or “Chicago is sweltering.” I stop reading the headlines, don’t throw any coins into the slots of the machines, and don’t buy a single newspaper.
It's already very hot, although quite early. The sun is beating down from the sky and the day looks set to set a record again. Which one, I can find out in the evening from television messages. This may be the hottest day in the last twenty years. Or twenty-one.
A mounted policeman moves towards me. He gallops in the middle of the street and looks like a cowboy abandoned in Big city. The policeman is wearing a wide-brimmed hat to protect from the sun. Cars drive around it left and right. The animal underneath no longer perceives them. I feel sorry for it that it is forced to run on the asphalt and breathe exhaust fumes.
I turn the corner and right in front of me I see a small white bus waiting for people to go to the mall. The fat driver, who can no longer tie his own shoes, stands next to open door. The engine runs to keep the inside of the bus cool, and the driver smiles and nods at me like he does every morning. I walk past him and turn the nearest corner again. That's where I work.
I enter the office located on the fortieth floor. People and cars look tiny from there. This makes your soul feel light and calm.
Michael is no longer visible. At first I don't notice it. It's not unusual for me to not see him for a week. Shift work is arranged in such a way that sometimes when he comes to work, I have already finished mine and am at home. But when our watches coincide again, I see him again, he smiles at me, calls me by name and asks how things are.
Then I imagine that we are both engaged in the same boulevard play, which is not removed from the repertoire, although it does not have a single audience, it is always the same situation, the same dialogue and the same exit from the stage.
This time everything is different. I don't see him for a long time and I'm starting to forget him. The only time I remember him is when one morning I meet the doorman sitting in the hall, who smiles at me the way Michael did. He greets me without saying my name. I return him the same greeting.
“New,” I think, and only now I realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen Michael. When was the last time this happened? A month ago? He'll probably sit somewhere and get paid more than ten cents an hour. He will find himself a new Mr. van Laak and begin to wonder how he is doing. And I hope he will answer Michael.
When I go outside, I immediately forget about him. Taxis are waiting. Gardeners water the flowers, although it should rain soon. A welcome change that brings with it another new record. Can't wait to find out which one it is.
Summer turns into autumn. Life doesn't change. Only the days are gradually becoming colder and shorter. In the mornings I put on a coat, in the evenings I turn off the lights when I leave the office. Free time I conduct it exclusively under artificial lighting. Gardeners dig up faded plants in flower beds near houses and cover the ground with evergreen periwinkle. Taxis travel more often because it's rainy season and people don't want to get wet. I no longer see the mounted policeman, although the traffic on the streets has not changed. Apparently he became too uncomfortable, since the brim of his hat did not protect him from bad weather, and cars passing by could get splashed. Perhaps his horse didn't care.
Autumn turns into winter. Gardeners tie strings of lights to the branches of bare trees to herald Christmas. The first snow is falling. Taxis drive more carefully, as the tire tread pattern is barely visible. Snow is shoveled onto the sidewalks. I swear as if this will help the dirty white splendor dissolve. Only total wrapping can save you from the icy winter wind. Gardeners no longer have to work, flower beds under thick snow and ice. Newspaper machines on the corner have been dug out of the snow. The headlines are alarming. Gasoline prices have reached lonely heights.
A small bus is waiting around the corner. The fat driver sits sandwiched between the backrest and the steering wheel. I wonder how he managed to do this, and I wonder if someone helped him along the way. There is a pleasant warmth in the cabin. Exhaust gases rise into the air from the exhaust pipe. I walk into my office and see from above that Lake Michigan is covered with ice. It would be great to skate on it if it weren't forbidden. It's too dangerous.
I'm standing in front of the elevator of the building I live in, waiting for the doors to open so I can go inside. The air is so saturated with perfume that it seems that people do not wash in winter, but only cover up unpleasant odors with perfume aromas. I don't notice the descent anymore. Only when people start moving do I realize that the elevator has descended and I follow them. Like everyone else, I hurry through the hall, past a Mexican who is spraying the mahogany parquet floor and rubbing it with a flannelette rag. He is reflected in the sparkling wood and looks pleased with the job done.
"Hi, Mr. van Laak. How are you today?” (“Hello, Mr. van Laak. How are you?”)
It takes me a few seconds to let my voice in. How do I know him? Slowly the memory comes: Michael is here again. I look up and see Michael smiling at me and extending his hand.
"Hi, Mr. van Laak. How are you today?” - he repeats.
I want to answer, but I can’t decide.
“Michael,” I ask instead, “where have you been?” It"s been such a long time since I last saw you." ("Michael, where have you been? It's been so long since I last saw you.")
“It’s been a year,” he answers me and shakes his head as if he was still waiting for an answer to his question.
“I am fine,” (“I’m fine”), I answer and continue to look at him in amazement. I still can't believe I'm seeing him here again.
“Good, that"s very good,” he says in response and laughs.
"But where were you all that time?" (“But where have you been all this time?”) I ask him.
“In Iraq,” he says, “with the National Guard. It was hell. I can thank my lucky star I"m still alive. You have a nice day.” (“In Iraq, in the ranks National Guard. It was hot there. I'm alive thanks to my lucky stars. Have a good day.")
“You too,” I say and look into his eyes.

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You Today

I"m bored today, and everything"s there to be ignored today, scattered everywhere out on the floor today, and I don"t care about you. I lost my job today, which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day and now I can't afford to even be bored anymore. It"s kind of good to feel bad again, mad again, sad again. I"ll be doing that again. I don"t have to tell you I do it really well. You said goodbye today, and I"m just here still asking why today, and not another year, I"m gonna cry today, but I don"t care about you . Maybe it wasn"t bad to do, and you did what you had to do. Maybe I"ll believe it too, if I keep saying I don"t care about you, today I don"t know what I"m gonna do today and there"s a lot to get through today, but I don"t care about you, today.

Lyrics translation of The Mr. T Experience - You Today

I'm bored today and everyone's out there to be ignored today, scattered everywhere on the floor today and I don't care about you. I lost my job today, which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day, and now I can't even afford to be bored anymore. It's kind of good to feel bad again, crazy again, sad again. I will do this again. I don't have to tell you, I do it very well. You said goodbye today, and I'm just here still asking why today, and not another year, I will cry today, but I don't care about you. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing to do and you did what you were supposed to do. Maybe I'll believe it too if I keep saying I don't care about you today I don't know what I'm going to do today and there's a lot to go through today but I don't care about you today.