He's your friend
He's my friend
Is he anyone's?
Where does it all end
Don't ask me
I'm only the MC
I'm just behind the scenes
I'm on the beams
I'm the DJ
I don't exist when the music stops
Well none of us do
It's a hard world gone soft
It's the bright lights with the colours toned down
It's I would rather be born
To someone wearing brown
Because the colour of life is in the human interaction
Whether that's a voice singing
Or a glance, an eyebrow raised,
a leg shifted
The turn of phrase
It's not in the music
But that is the sauce
Because we all just taste life better
When were in the main course
I don't mean don't pay the piper
I don't mean abandon the band
But the point of going to a music night
Is the whole darn caravan
So don't drown out the conversation
with too much loud noise
I mean let us enjoy our own company
Not only the sound waves, boys
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