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Glued to the TV Set
02:31
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Days are drawing in
Turn that radiator higher
The talent you still had
It took a tumble in the dryer
Your fan club took a vote
And your membership expired
It’s taken you a year now
Better just retire
Now your creativity has taken a hit
And the lure of the screen
Well, it just won’t quit
Should be writing this song
But the vision is gone
Essence harder to get when you’re…
Glued to the TV set!
Try to take a walk
Try to warm the amplifier
But the snow is up to here
And there’s crackle in this wire
And that positivity you felt at the start
Took a serious turn
Now it’s sunken your heart
Your fingering is weak
If it’s gutter-talk you seek
Well, there’s no need to fret now you’re...
Glued to the TV set!
And the ingenuity you had as a kid
While it frittered away
You naturally hid
Reminiscent of a scene when a California teen
Took a legacy key…
Ugh, you’re glued to the TV
The ham-fisted-ty is clear for all to see
You triple the backgrounds
And bury the lead
Like Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland, Jean Harlow...
I'm caught in the net.
Guess I’m…Glued to the TV set!
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Sweep My Driveway!
03:23
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Well you can say what you like
Yeah, broadcast it on the mic
Let your “audience” know if it pleases you so
It don’t affect me no
Take out an ad by a motorway
Twist it in the embers of an ashtray
But if you come over my house talking trash like a louse
You can sweep my driveway!
Go and write a killer routine
Shame me on a muddy car windscreen
Colour snow where you go
Pee it high. Pee it low.
Yeah, you know it’s just a game show
You can tell your damn fiancée
That she can keep it in her screenplay
But if you come around here spouting junk in my ear
You'll be sweeping my driveway!
You can print it on a T shirt
Go and shout it out loud at a concert
You can tell that tabloid hack right behind my back
And no, it wouldn’t hurt
You can get it all down in a long essay
Strum a verse in a cape with a dumb beret
But if I’m witness someday in a Greenwich café
You’ll be sweeping my driveway!
Beat It!
Well, you can preach it to the choir
Convert it, then send it down the wire
You can signal it with smoke, hell, I can take a joke
Just contain that fire
You can pour it out flat at a bar today
And they can drink it all down …yeah, come what may
But if you serve that swill in here… you’ll be wearing that beer...
And you can sweep my driveway!!
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The Vidiprinter Scotland, UK
Outsider Pop for the staying-in crowd
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