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White of the TV set
Lights on the screen
Voice-overs rise minarets
Then diatonically
Should I answer a friend's distress
Or I go to sleep?
Would I, like the voices and fall,
it to me?

All those hours of time
Have never my mind

Here I am
In arm's reach of the black
I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and
Let else go

Nights on so serene
Far from the sirens and the
I could write or I could
Go next and smoke some weed
As long as I have to think
About who the hell's this mess
Or what they're writing up in the Stone or NME
Go out and make a call
Or sit and do nothing at all
it to me?

All hours of wasted time
Have crossed my mind

I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black
Here I am
All those clowns, what can know?
Let everyone go