This is Tiger the Lion, gimme the Knuckles of Frisco
If there's danger in the language, gentlemen
I suggest no further use of the two-way radio
John Cage had come to feel that art in our time
Was far less important than our daily lives
To which so many'd become more or less inclined
The purpose of it's not unique
Not to build masterpieces for a delectative elite
But simply to wake to your life
You'll be serving the song
When you find out, you won't change
Serving the song, walking the range
John Cage had come to feel art in our time
Was much less important than our daily life
If there's a perpetual plan for discovery days
Where everyone can take part in what he called 'Purposeless play'
And there's a sign of life in this play
Not to get order from chaos
Tell you how to create
But simply to wake to your life
You'll be serving the song
When we find out, you won't change
Serving the song, bombing the range
This is Tiger the Lion, get me into the pillows
If you're painted by radar, gentlemen
There'll be no further use of the two-way radio

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