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facing all these faceless ladies that ainât got names,
safe for you,
has just made me
live like TV,
waste my time, its like money too.
every night the re-run goes
youâve gone out, I stay home, hows your chaperon?
I wish heâd come and turn me off,
heâll do things that I donât understand,
Sunday, Iâll dock this boat up on dry land,
and youâll be sinking in the quick sand,
but âtil then,
all these face lift ladies, ainât got names,
save for you,
its not easy to
live like TV,
when your new tube, ainât got nothing new.
I know youâve done your best to be yourself, (with one foot running fast)
but your screen made it seem
I had to go and shut down my daydreams ,
to be right by everybody else,
now that the kings gone.
what will the children say?
For the Death of a King : August 29, 1958 â June 25,