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And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
A CLASSIC ARTS SHOWCASE
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A CLASSIC ARTS SHOWCASE,
And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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White glow of the TV set
Lights dancing on the screen
Voice-overs rise like minarets
Then fall diatonically
Should I answer a friend's distress call
Or should I go to sleep?
Would I, like the voices rise and fall,
What's it to me?
All those hours of wasted time
Have never crossed my mind
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote
Here I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and bows
Let everyone else go
Nights on Kirkwood so serene
Far from the sirens and the screams
I could write or I could read
Go next door and smoke some weed
As long as I don't have to think
About who the hell's running this mess
Or what shit they're writing up in the Stone or NME
Go out and make a last call
Or sit here and do nothing at all
What's it to me?
All those hours of wasted time
Have never crossed my mind
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote
Here I am comfortable
All those clowns, what can they know?
Let everyone else go
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White glow of the TV set Lights dancing on the screen Voice-overs rise like minarets Then fall diatonically Should I answer a friend's distress call Or should I go to sleep? Would I, like the voices rise and fall, What's it to me? All those hours of wasted time Have never crossed my mind Here I am comfortable In arm's reach of the black remote Here I am comfortable Surrounded by strings and bows Let everyone else go Nights on Kirkwood so serene Far from the sirens and the screams I could write or I could read Go next door and smoke some weed As long as I don't have to think About who the hell's running this mess Or what shit they're writing up in the Stone or NME Go out and make a last call Or sit here and do nothing at all What's it to me? All those hours of wasted time Have never crossed my mind Here I am comfortable In arm's reach of the black remote Here I am comfortable All those clowns, what can they know? Let everyone else go
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