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Doing my head in Oh what a sin This is not music Just noise and din Banging and screeching Synthetic sound Pounding my senses Into the ground Turn down the volume Switch off the base Slacken the tempo Slow down the pace Why do you feel That everyone’s deaf And can only hear noises From the lower clef Maybe you’re missing A part of your ear That lets you hear music Like other folk hear Or maybe you’re missing A part of your mind That’s needed to listen to Sounds of all kind Your motive I question For music so loud Is it to make you Stand out in the crowd To see that you’re noticed Above all the rest No matter that people Just think you’re a pest I’m sure someone loves you Without all this din Just turn down the music So they can get in! Ivor G Davies

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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