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

All those hours of time
Have never my mind

Here I am
In reach of the black remote
Here I am
Surrounded by strings and
Let everyone go

on Kirkwood so serene
Far the sirens and the screams
I could write or I could
Go door and smoke some weed
As as I don't have to think
About who the hell's running this
Or shit they're writing up in the Stone or NME
Go out and make a last
Or sit and do nothing at all
it to me?

All hours of wasted time
Have never my mind

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