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Brill Building made of sand
I don't know if I can stand
The noise

Composing my way out of this urban mess
I can cycle my way to the green belt
No more buckling under but strings
For kites

Yes, I'm listening to muzak at a check-out, whilst waiting to pay
But dreaming of watching a Cusack in a rediscovered Chekhov play
One more bite of the cherry
One first sight of the three cherries
Though I don't have a gambling hand
I role the die into the quicksand

It's the noise of the saw on our woods
It's the sound of the incessant scanner for online goods
It's the corridor whispering cash for knighthoods
It's the author's voice escaping the pulping of remaindered books

And this is my attitude
And may I say, gratitude
To music

Play on, play on...



Credits
Writer(s): Huw Meirion Lewis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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