A Classic Art Showcase

歌詞

White glow of a TV set Lights dancing on a 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 is running this mess What shit they write 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 And all those clowns, what can they know? Let everyone else go 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 Let everyone else go