I’ve been playing my acoustic guitar
And though I say it myself, I’m shit hot
I don’t give a damn for folk near or far
Having a good time while I’m indoors, shut
Away: you can shut up, shut up, you lot
My friend is music, music is my friend
And that’s a friend I am so glad I’ve got
When the music is over, that’s the end
The end’s still somewhere up around the bend
And out of sight, unlike the brightest star
That won’t descend. You may have to go out
To find it, but for me it’s within. Send
For the music man. Talk’s cheap: this costs far
More, but now I think I have found the plot
Fri 16 April
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