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
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