While not a literal kiss off to an oppressive job, Bob Dylan’s Maggie’s Farm is still one of the top three songs on the planet to put on repeat when your work is sucking away at your soul. Hitting out at hypocrisy anywhere it lives, Dylan soundly repudiates fakers, liars and tyrants with snide superiority. In defense of anyone who’s ever bucked the pack, he penned the eternally repeatable passage:
I try my best to be just like I am/But everybody wants you to be just like them/They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
His choice to “go electric” here wonderfully mirrors the content of the song with its sound. Rebellious, a little spiky and brimming with confidence, its the perfect embodiment of youth blazing its own trail. Dylan does what we all wish we could do: he strikes out on his own. Screw authority. Screw tradition. Screw doubt and doubters. Maggie’s Farm is the anthem for doing what’s right and what’s good, not letting anyone convince you otherwise or bend you to their will. It’s angry, a little self-righteous and supremely satisfying.