The Ear and the Mike

The Ear and the Mike The Note on the Papers not True Until its heard on the air on cue When it falls on its face uncut It comes back for more like a **** It will swear that’s its always on key As it barks out its soul on one knee Its thought to be sly and unclear Til it runs into the man with the ear This man is a surfer of fields Taking home what little it yields But his eye doesn’t see what’s obscure Not his life but his ear is pure He tinkers with trades like a hobby While his ears read a mag in the lobby They’ve been idly lax too long Any reason to fail would be wrong So get on with man I say Going long with the bomb is the way Tune it up and turn on the mike And play it the way that you like