Classic Arts Showcase Lyrics

Classic Arts Showcase lyrics

White glow of the TV set

Lights dancing on the 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 the hell's running
this mess

Or what shit they're writing up 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

All those clowns, what can they
know?

Let everyone else go